This is a song about "No mon"

She's bad and she knows

No, no, we are not those

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

No specific pick , no particular list.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

No place no career no place to even steer

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

No, no, we are not those

I think that she knows

And i made it with that dope flow

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

As much as i wanna leave

With no guns and no shields