This is a song about "Living with bitches"

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Still living home with ya moms/

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches