This is a song about "Living in a mansion"

Stop living in a fantasy and wake up to reality, there's no morality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

In the mind of a living soul to separate them as a whole

The struggle of living in context is a giving

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Fuck them niggas though, i'm a rebel in the living flesh

Living in a world full of fiction and sin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Chilling in my mansion bruce wayne/

I'm that extreme, so haters complain