This is a song about "No genre"

Or babies they raisin

No affiliation

No conscience, no need for resilience

And the v12, that's on various trips

No specific pick , no particular list.

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

No, no, we are not those

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

No money no talk,no energy no walk

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

This summer gone be mine though

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I'm going through something with life