This is a song about "Without you bitch"

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

Im like a grown ass man without a plan slapping a bitch with the back of his

Come battle me you little bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Fuckin hell i cant breath without you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Without you here for me to hold

Without you even worse

If i sent my dad letters

Im rap god you fuckin bitch

I'm sure to get rich

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

She caught up in my love triangle

Ill leave you lost without a paddle