This is a song about "Livin on the steets"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Livin out till the last days livin it up till my heart stop

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

I'm the truth, don't let your demons out n start livin loose.

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

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time