This is a song about "No gifts"

No more money, no more fame

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

You're uncool like my mother kin

No affiliation

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

No failed romances, no second glances,

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

Bad bitches never loved them though

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep