This is a song about "Being an independent girl"

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

I was being an ass

No one-half and i hate math

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

There's an amazing girl...imma take her advice

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My bitches fuck me good

Fuck being counterfeit