This is a song about "Say no xenophabia"

Bet you wont say shit no more 2x

Convertibles with turbo jets

You say i got no skill?

I'm gon remember her, but still

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

They're gonna say no one wants you

When i get to warwick avenue

You reflect me, i love that about you

No matter what you say no matter what you do

Dissing disabled ima say no to it

With these macs i've got a bad habit

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

You coward, no excuses don't say a word

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

When they ask me some,i just say no,