This is a song about "No sweae"

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

No, no, we are not those

I think that she knows

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Don't give a fuck, litter life

No no no guarantees

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

No conscience, no need for resilience

And panned out, i'm all in love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

No hesitations no waits

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

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

That's why they can't mess up my flow