This is a song about "No badwo"

Because i see right through your disguise

Had no ambitions and no drive.

With no guns and no shields

Five shots she ready to leave

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

No, no, we are not those

I gotta teach hoes

No specific pick , no particular list.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

I'm rolling down the window