This is a song about "No nercy"

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No conscience, no need for resilience

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Now that's what you call a game

No set trip, no color claim

The tables are turned i can't take this

No failed romances, no second glances,

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

Ironically it subs like a hero

For the occasion, paper planes

No hesitations no waits

Self made coming soon

No groom husband, no bloom

No more money, no more fame

Love turns into pain