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

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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

We got money to go get baby

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

The police constantly bugging you non-stop

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

With a non stop rhythm and a flow just right

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Non are in the same class as me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

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