This is a song about "Ollies got no pubs"

Got his back no matter what

On they car note to go to the club

If a nigga didn't fake like them

You've got no rhythm,

Ive got no license to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Got no help from no one i work alone.

You got no ability

It ain't hard to make money

To increase my ends

And you ain't got no friends

I get my cake; i love hip hop

No one winning chance you even got

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her