This is a song about "Livin in merced"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Probably, in a odyssey, so im livin mindlessly.

Everyday livin in hell and god is my witness

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Trust nobody is the motto that i'm livin in

Forever mad that livin in strife is all i'll ever have

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And just looked at the whole situation

Cause the world that i'm livin' in