This is a song about "No creativity no individuality"

No set trip, no color claim

Through all the rain and the pain

No affiliation

Got me rushed to the station

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

All the time with this glock of mines

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

No monopoly type flow, no chance

No, no, we are not those

I gotta teach hoes

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

No more money, no more fame

Shades: lv was a little dough

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