Nahhh, I don't know about all that (Relationships part 1) Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] It's that, boy from London Chicks I can't love 'em They're tryna hold Bashy down, make me a husband nar I ain't hubby material, I'm way too selfish I won't wake to even make them b**hes cereal No, I'm slicker than oil You might catch me with your baby mudda, in Park Royal Your wifey ain't loyal but beef me over ya s*ut and you'll be under the soil I treat certain chicks as wa*ks, I know nothing I just use 'em get rid of my bo*er Maybe I might change when I'm older but for now I can't give her my heart.. I'm not an organ doner So I keep boning 'em, Bagel and the Odeon Their crib or my whip's the most I get involved with 'em look They don't get to meet Mummy, they don't get to meet Daddy and definitely don't get to meet Granny (I refuse to love) I don't care how good the p**y is, I'll never get p**y whipped (I refuse to love) Hmmm cause I don't care how bum they are or, how chung they are (I refuse to love) I just don't care, I tell them b**hes whatever they wanna hear (I refuse to love) Well cause apparently, d**h is a temple every state of insanity