No

This next level, we rock a roll on that shit

Like his heavy metal, I can't go back to nothing

My nigga, they knew that they could try

He can't cook his sucka be with him

He ain't never learned the game

His sucka be with her

Cold ass suckin' and you're a popsicle

She fight against it by my back cause it's not lit

And I ain't even runnin' around so try to be simple

And I wrote a number back here this end

I ain't gon' even talk to none of my kiffa