This is a song about "Lifestyle of los angeles"

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Out of mind out of sight

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile

Run for cover and return fire

Return of the king of flow

Like curses on the radio

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Got me rushed to the station

Of instant elation