This is a song about "No xenophabia"

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I'll never call you bitch again

No set trip, no color claim

She's flawless like some uncut ice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

No failed romances, no second glances,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

No more money, no more fame

Things'll never be the same

Won't run out anytime soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom