This is a song about "No tyoe"

And this the endso good luck with your career

No place no career no place to even steer

No lames, no lies, no compromise

When i get my hands on nines

No affiliation

It ain't where i been

No no no guarantees

But in the meantime it's lights please

Shit, even consider stalking now

No one no where no why no how

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

No conscience, no need for resilience

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

No hesitations no waits