This is a song about "No scrubs"

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No more money, no more fame

Trying to renovate the game

No one no where no why no how

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

Got shows on top of shows

No, no, we are not those

I'm sharper than shark teeth

No no no guarantees

No specific pick , no particular list.

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

You can pick the next room

No groom husband, no bloom

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

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto