This is a song about "No gifts"

Switch gears like stick shifts

I threw out all the gifts

And no longing for dates

No hesitations no waits

No failed romances, no second glances,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Champagne no chain no diamonds

No more money, no more fame

Then lost her faith again

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Unify them, mob through, take over and

No preference, irrelevant

Had no ambitions and no drive.

That's real shit real nigga life