This is a song about "Being down on luck"

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

As i light one for ill will

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Gunning down people for being bullied by geeks

Negativity, what can't you see? i'm just being me, so stay down to earth. run free,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

Forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah