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