This is a song about "Livin in merced"

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I'm livin in the the 20th century

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

In avoidance of his normal self in a livin hell from this shit he felt

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Everyday livin in hell and god is my witness

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

How will you succeed livin in plead, but you don't mean shit to me,

Livin out the rest of our lives in peace

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees