This is a song about "You have no friends"

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

It ain't hard to make money

You have no more words for me

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

You make me lose thrills, cuz you have no skills

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So that you know,you whack ass rappers have no positions

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

I dnt no where you muther fuckers have been

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Theres no escaping once they have you there

You have no rap in that pad

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat