This is a song about "No ryhmes"

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

No preference, irrelevant

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

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

No specific pick , no particular list.

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

I've become immune to you no name haters

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