This is a song about "Living in flushing"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

No more living happily, even in their fantasies

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Even though some cocksuckers are living in ignorance/

I've been living in a grand repetition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

When they know how

We're living in the now

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,