This is a song about "No gameplays"

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I'm not moving like a cartoon

With no guns and no shields

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

All we need is convienient love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

No place no career no place to even steer

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

No set trip, no color claim

You just tryin' to run game

I'm rolling down the window

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