This is a song about "No stra"

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

No more money, no more fame

Wale and we are not the same

No, no, we are not those

Ain't no women at the shows

I used to have a nine to five

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

You can pick the next room

Imma make it rain

No set trip, no color claim

No place no career no place to even steer

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Lost my nigga over nothing though

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]