This is a song about "No tobbaco"

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

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Right flows down and they might go nice

No no no guarantees

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Gin makes me sin

No affiliation

No conscience, no need for resilience

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

No preference, irrelevant

If you feel it, it must be real just

Got shows on top of shows

No, no, we are not those

Here i go again, searching for love

Champagne no chain no diamonds