This is a song about "No xenophabia"

No conscience, no need for resilience

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

All the bitches know my name

No set trip, no color claim

No, no, we are not those

Big homie hov said i am close

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

She probably had a reason though

But in the meantime it's lights please

No no no guarantees

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Trap our young black seeds

With no guns and no shields

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Had no ambitions and no drive.