This is a song about "No"

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

No lames, no lies, no compromise

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No set trip, no color claim

I was so sincere like nas first name

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

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

No more money, no more fame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

No conscience, no need for resilience

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And i ain't got what it takes

No hesitations no waits