This is a song about "No communication"

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I ain't interested in fame

They got no sense and no brain

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No affiliation

Go where you ain't been

No posing required

Shit, in this white man's world

Self made coming soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

You know i be teasing, though

You want my fame, heck no

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

For some reason our communication blew