This is a song about "No barz"

Balling, but it’s not a game

No set trip, no color claim

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

No specific pick , no particular list.

No place no career no place to even steer

Haters beware, i can see clear

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Had no ambitions and no drive.

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

No hesitations no waits

One verse is all it takes

Champagne no chain no diamonds

I can teach you all the sounds of love