This is a song about "Living in occidental"

Before we see it's hard to live

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I've been living in a grand repetition,

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm why baby mamas leave

He's just living in his dreams

We're all just living in a fantasy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

There's peace-hating freemasons living in each state and,