This is a song about "No cushing"

No, no, we are not those

Some friends, some hoes

No failed romances, no second glances,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

No conscience, no need for resilience

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

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

High: that's why they call us planes

No hesitations no waits

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Before we see it's hard to live

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Self made coming soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom