This is a song about "No thank you"

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

My success is going to be the thank you

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

But i thank god that you found me

So to all of you now, thank you for being in a slice of my life

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Thank you jodi and jay for my life, lord thank you for using them and

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim