This is a song about "No moneu"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No, no, we are not those

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

No money no talk,no energy no walk

It's been nothing but pain

No more money, no more fame

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I'm going through something with life

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though