This is a song about "Ollie no pubs"

No groom husband, no bloom

You can pick the next room

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Under 25, living the fuckin life

Malcolm x, by any means

With no guns and no shields

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I may be underage but i'm bankrupting all these pubs

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Oh-kay, here's the situation

No affiliation