This is a song about "No dresscode"

No affiliation

Oh-kay, here's the situation

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

No failed romances, no second glances,

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

No specific pick , no particular list.

No one no where no why no how

Maybe guess you get it all now

No hesitations no waits

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

The sun gives light cause it is the window

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

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Self made coming soon