This is a song about "Farkle lives on a sparkle"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

You think it's a lie, but we living protected lives/

Feel our lives begin to decay

But i - somehow, some way

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Another day as i step out the door

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one