This is a song about "No need coordinator"

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Too legendary i dont need no wealth

We offend no need to blend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Don't need no adorer, i'm like a horror

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

No need to stop and swerve

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

No need to clarify

I'll meet you in the sky