This is a song about "No wiener"

No no no guarantees

You make a nigga sing songs nice

No, no, we are not those

Here they keep a rachet close

Love turns into pain

No set trip, no color claim

Self made coming soon

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

No conscience, no need for resilience

Ironically it subs like a hero

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