This is a song about "Without rap"

The boa know they loving the crew

You're left without a clue

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Im gonna teach raps nothing without

My team getting digits

Basketball without rim shillings

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Celebrating without any tweet.

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Can't stand without writing rap and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

This ones for the lovers

Without you even worse