This is a song about "Without internet"

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

And i don’t take no dames out

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

I dont use the internet for my rhymes im old school always have an encyclopedia,