This is a song about "No eyebrows"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

Here they keep a rachet close

No, no, we are not those

With no guns and no shields

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Credit card late fees

No no no guarantees

No, no, we are not those

This is love, nothing else close

No one no where no why no how

I'mma pull that gat out now

No monopoly type flow, no chance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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