This is a song about "Taxation without representation"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

An allegory without the e

Your a horse without a saddle

That’s only if they handle

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I'm embracin' this statement without abatement

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

I'm something she can't live without

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Can't stand without writing rap and

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

There must be another route, way out

Oh well, guess that i can deal without,

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream