This is a song about "We got no wifi"

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Well now what've we got: a though of no god, life without a plot,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

We got money so we ball out

I've got nothin' to worry about

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

No education, we lack information, no wonder we hardly could stop segregation,

Niggas in the street scared

We offend no need to blend

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Yeah.......we got that number six

No, no, we are not those

She's bad and she knows