This is a song about "No copying"

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No groom husband, no bloom

Now that's what you call a game

No more money, no more fame

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

Hit the club she drop it low

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

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

No specific pick , no particular list.