This is a song about "Kevin got no bard"

Youve got no where to hide

On that red-eyed kush flight

I got no friends with no ends

I think you and your friends

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Got me gaga, no poker face

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

You feel it from your head to your toes

You niggas aint got no hoes

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You say i got no skill?

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Got a license, no car