This is a song about "Bad living conditions in the 1900 s and immigration growth"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Living in the wrong places, seeing familiar faces

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

As the pharoah in the barrow living

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

The flight of wings left and right it speeds mightily so free in living legacies

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Living in the matrix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress