This is a song about "Livin in merced"

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Livin' in style, no more cage, we sippin' cristal,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Yeah, they livin in a golden palace

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Shit i'm livin' is real, grew up in straight hell

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

I got these niggas livin in nightmares and my bitches on speed dial

Humans literally livin in agony

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Everyday livin in hell and god is my witness

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Out livin him just gonna make me go hard in this rat race