This is a song about "Difficulty living in the slums"

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Too much prized living in the projects, near suicide me who supplied

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I'm the hulk, fag! quit living in virtual reality madman!

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

The struggle of living in context is a giving

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Cause life pales in comparison to living the dream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

As the pharoah in the barrow living

And getting money is the song i sing