This is a song about "None of the things"

None of us would ever make it through the red scare

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Fights break out because of the little things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire

But some of the best things happen in the project,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Of victory, and the synergy was down to none/

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

None of yall fools is the boss of me

I get all of the bitches all of the bitches he get none

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen