This is a song about "No ey"

I'm everything that they call nice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

No specific pick , no particular list.

I'm why baby mamas leave

With no guns and no shields

No failed romances, no second glances,

Let me cash you out , here hold this

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Keeping them on the hip

Had no ambitions and no drive.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Got shows on top of shows

No, no, we are not those

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

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