This is a song about "No thotties hetr"

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I live my life in tha fast lane

No more money, no more fame

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Rub the wood and ima show em love

No affiliation

Catch you up on places i've been

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

The bittersweet of life, of life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow