This is a song about "Non renewable and renewable recourses"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

Non-hesitant to mow you down, foul!

I’m off them trees, no i ain't no owl

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And visual acuity yeah no this is real rap non of that synthetic

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

All my non believers i'm more vicious than they know,

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show