This is a song about "Taxation without representation"

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Basketball without rim shillings

Your the boat without the paddle

As i light one for ill will

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Can't stand without writing rap and

Hold my tears i tried my best

Flow like odb without the accent

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Without you it ain't right

Not only had the fiend died

That’s only if they handle

Your a horse without a saddle