This is a song about "Living in windale"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

No more living happily, even in their fantasies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Imagine living in a dream

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

I must be living in spain

Grown men in this game

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

Too much prized living in the projects, near suicide me who supplied

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight