This is a song about "Wireless"

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

But have a meaning in each line

Just a new system of control.

Open up your contacts then scroll

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Time after time, again and again

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

I wish i’ll never see you again

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,