This is a song about "We got no wifi"

They got no sense and no brain

Im courtside, wizard game

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You got no ability

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

We offend no need to blend

See, you're my best friend

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those

We'll fuck up everything we got,

I fucking hate this job

We got money so we ball out

I gotta little clout

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers