This is a song about "Livin on the steets"

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

I'm livin in the the 20th century

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And just keep livin on

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

I'm making moves, check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Where it's all about the cautious livin'