This is a song about "No compition"

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

Fuck that noise, no way no how

I need to hurry up now

No, no, we are not those

This life i chose

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

No set trip, no color claim

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

No specific pick , no particular list.

No, no, we are not those

It's all she knows

No lames, no lies, no compromise

All the time with this glock of mines

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room