This is a song about "No momey"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No conscience, no need for resilience

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

No affiliation

It ain't where i been

With such an ugly picture in it and

No preference, irrelevant

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Won't run out anytime soon

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Amen, they say you only live once

No place no career no place to even steer

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear