This is a song about "Independent contr"

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,

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

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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