This is a song about "No hugs"

No more money, no more fame

You're not usin' your brain

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

No failed romances, no second glances,

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

You can pick the next room

I'm everything that they call nice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

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

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

No one no where no why no how

Shit, even consider stalking now

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No set trip, no color claim

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again