This is a song about "No vaseline"

Ain't no women at the shows

No, no, we are not those

Now that's what you call a game

No set trip, no color claim

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No groom husband, no bloom

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Things get a little obscene as the knife gleams in vaseline

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

No hesitations no waits

No way i'm winning i'm no leveled victim

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Take her back to where i live