This is a song about "Living in windale"

And getting money is the song i sing

As the pharoah in the barrow living

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Living in the wrong places, seeing familiar faces

No more living happily, even in their fantasies

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

I've been living in a grand repetition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

I just know what you mean

Imagine living in a dream

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,