This is a song about "Non stop"

You little niggas better check my french

Non-fictional is my dog like go fetch

I felt like non-fame and game were chains, shackled me,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

The police constantly bugging you non-stop

Competition's non-existant, plot just thickens mystical,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Non-hesitant to mow you down, foul!

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.