This is a song about "No just no"

You have no job, just lazy.

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Same motions no slogans just sickening potions,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

No one listened just gave her skips

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

He vanished just like a fad, no kiss, no phone,

No resolution, just stayin to my true me.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

There's no color just faces

Or know them testament verses

Wait no, thats just how your face was

I like bitches in air maxes without socks