This is a song about "No dairy"

She wanted to fight at first

No posing required

No conscience, no need for resilience

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

I think that she knows

No, no, we are not those

Ain't no women at the shows

No, no, we are not those

No affiliation

You're uncool like my mother kin

No no no guarantees

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever