This is a song about "No flocking"

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

I also have a cutie to call

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Sky high, iced out paradise

Had no ambitions and no drive.

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

No set trip, no color claim

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

No failed romances, no second glances,

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room