This is a song about "Independent"

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

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,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

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

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore