This is a song about "Independent"

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

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

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

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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