This is a song about "No merci"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

With no guns and no shields

All that ass in your jeans

No, no, we are not those

Got shows on top of shows

Call me a clown but a week from now

No one no where no why no how

Never really been into the ice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No groom husband, no bloom

Self made coming soon

Nigga livin the life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

No conscience, no need for resilience