This is a song about "No vaseline"

I'mma pull that gat out now

No one no where no why no how

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

I bet you're probably thinkin that your ass is mean, fuck no man you're stuck usin vaseline

Cause after all the lights and screams

With no guns and no shields

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Things get a little obscene as the knife gleams in vaseline

No lames, no lies, no compromise

I'm everything that they call nice

No conscience, no need for resilience

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

High: that's why they call us planes

No hesitations no waits