This is a song about "No mor"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

With no guns and no shields

I'm why baby mamas leave

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Your girlfriend want to follow

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

No, no, we are not those

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

No set trip, no color claim

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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