This is a song about "Bing no"

No conscience, no need for resilience

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

No no no guarantees

No specific pick , no particular list.

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

No place no career no place to even steer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Im a king no crown,bada bing but no sound,adlibs with no pro nouns,

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

And no longing for dates

No hesitations no waits

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive