This is a song about "No"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

No one no where no why no how

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

No monopoly type flow, no chance

If i don't make that man there dance

And no longing for dates

No hesitations no waits

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

No specific pick , no particular list.

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

No lames, no lies, no compromise