This is a song about "No scrubs"

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

No specific pick , no particular list.

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

No groom husband, no bloom

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Then lost her faith again

No set trip, no color claim

People love hodgy i hate you though

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

No way i'm winning i'm no leveled victim

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum