This is a song about "No one likes kiera"

No one really hates it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

No one could reject it

One night love: i'mma need that

No one can fucking touch us

And i can't help but notice

No one would understand

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Streets is calling you

No one likes being lied to.

No one even know the half,

Bring your pen and your weed stash

As a youngster no one around

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

No one comes, no one ever watches out,

I try to be the guy, you think about