This is a song about "Independent intruction"

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

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