This is a song about "No no no"

No place no career no place to even steer

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

No set trip, no color claim

We magnetizing the ghetto

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

No specific pick , no particular list.

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

No more money, no more fame

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

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

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

No, no, we are not those

Big homie hov said i am close