This is a song about "Homelessness"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Never wrong at any level

Getting in touch with my mental.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My mental state is declining

Mentally ill from amityville

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

My time with their half-witted reviews

And for those who choose to abuse

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

It disgused my whole arab family/ but he was the ticket over

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,