This is a song about "No names"

The key to ma failures here are there names

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

After your names on a tombstone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Cause both names keep rising

I'm doing the same thing

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Plus that's only just a handful, tons of other names,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes