This is a song about "Independent"

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

We become so dependent on believing the government when they say we independent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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

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

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