This is a song about "No hay manera"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

No more money, no more fame

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Cant smoke more weed than us we smoke dope like big bales of hay

Until i started to lose my way

Before i hit the hay.

Hay yo little kid sorry for interruption complete on watching winny

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Hay yo kid, you think you're capable of challenging randy?

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though