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

Better yet they work my every nerve

To all my non-believers and haters

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

Non are in the same class as me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Non are in the same class as me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Whats non compos mentis mean?

With a non stop rhythm and a flow just right

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop