This is a song about "Independent"

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

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

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead