This is a song about "Im independent"

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Im still loaded, im loaded

Im grinning while im spitting this

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming