This is a song about "You get none"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Even then you probably had none

Cause the love we make is second to none, so get with that.

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

But dont do none of that ill shit before you hit the props

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Leaving one by one till there was none

I told him get his 9 and run

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Remove their hands, they got none

Praises, i'll give u none

I wonder so often

None of you rappers are equal

As i light one for ill will