This is a song about "Being an independent girl"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

An unseen being casting universal curses

Fuck being counterfeit

Still sick, real shit

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Your life is a product of trash

I was being an ass

I believed in a higher being.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You aren’t up to date being an mcee for a bitch is too late,

I stay distant in an instant only intrest being lifted a couple inches

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness