This is a song about "No earing"

Like a line full of hoes

No, no, we are not those

No one no where no why no how

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

Babe you know it gets no better than this

No failed romances, no second glances,

No hesitations no waits

While working on my mistakes

No affiliation

Where god at? i need to call him

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Won't run out anytime soon

No groom husband, no bloom

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

We magnetizing the ghetto