This is a song about "Non conformity"

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Starting to starve living life non large, end it all discharge

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

And i'm non resistant and love to use a knife.

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Non are in the same class as me

To all my non-believers and haters

So you finally got the nerve