This is a song about "No tom"

No lames, no lies, no compromise

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

No, no, we are not those

I think that she knows

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

No conscience, no need for resilience

No, no, we are not those

It's all she knows

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No groom husband, no bloom