This is a song about "No dresscode"

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

You can pick the next room

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

No conscience, no need for resilience

Wanna feel her power right now

No one no where no why no how

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Rub the wood and ima show em love

No specific pick , no particular list.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Right flows down and they might go nice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I gotta teach hoes

No, no, we are not those