This is a song about "Taxation without representation"

When i'm gone i'll leave without a trace, without a sound

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

But keep them cigarettes away

Without gettin in my pay

She all that i can handle

Your a horse without a saddle

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Whenever there's trouble, viola

Slangin a coke without the cola

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Another life without a reason, another day without a meaning

I’m way harder than the concrete

Celebrating without any tweet.