This is a song about "No regrets"

No money no talk,no energy no walk

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

And a part of my heart never leaves us, i hope that my weeps and regrets

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I just make a mess, next day, i've got the same regrets,

Psychosomatic effects habour symptomatic regrets

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Firstly i'll admit i got regrets

Then artificial regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope