This is a song about "Living with bitches"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

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

Before we see it's hard to live

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

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

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Still living home with ya moms/

Why did you give me attention, kissing intense with living intentions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.