This is a song about "No optio"

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

No more money, no more fame

If you ever feel alone and

No preference, irrelevant

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

And her smile lit up the room

No groom husband, no bloom

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

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

Some friends, some hoes

No, no, we are not those

No no no guarantees

Cuz you gon' chase cheese