This is a song about "No gifts for chr"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

No conscience, no need for resilience

Before we see it's hard to live

Dont got time for no bitches,

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Cus for her, there's no tomorrow.

Your girlfriend want to follow

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Aint no room for one more

Hold my tears i tried my best

For no longer am i scared,