This is a song about "No famaly"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

No set trip, no color claim

Ice melts into rain

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

Get rough with me, that night flow

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

No groom husband, no bloom

Won't run out anytime soon

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

No lames, no lies, no compromise

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

No failed romances, no second glances,

I dream he's alive and wake up with hot flashes