This is a song about "No momey"

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Right flows down and they might go nice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

You can pick the next room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Hit the club she drop it low

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

What's the deal with the nets though

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

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close