This is a song about "No"

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Always knew where the pot was

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

No set trip, no color claim

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

No, no, we are not those

This life i chose

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Or babies they raisin

No affiliation

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

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow