This is a song about "No stri"

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

No affiliation

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

With no guns and no shields

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I'm not moving like a cartoon

No groom husband, no bloom

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

Although thought that we would grow

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

No failed romances, no second glances,