This is a song about "Living in flushing"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Imagine living in a dream

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

He's just living in his dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Well baby bot there ain't no question