This is a song about "No genre"

No affiliation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Tomfoolery on the genre

Lucky seven probably poppa

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

No conscience, no need for resilience

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I said believe in your dreams

With no guns and no shields

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It's an unusual genre for a female paddy/

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

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