This is a song about "Living with bitches"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Still living home with ya moms/

I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You're all too concerned with the human you're living

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Word play, olubowale is my first name

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring