This is a song about "Independent"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk