This is a song about "No crushes"

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

No place no career no place to even steer

Won't run out anytime soon

No groom husband, no bloom

Self made coming soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Some friends, some hoes

No, no, we are not those

Not likely like stay long please

No no no guarantees

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

I'm the alien that crushes this predator

No more money, no more fame

I live my life in tha fast lane