This is a song about "No merci"

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

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

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

No money no talk,no energy no walk

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No groom husband, no bloom

And my niggas all the same

No more money, no more fame

Gotta be something for me write this

No failed romances, no second glances,

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

No place no career no place to even steer

Had, like, the mixtape of the year