This is a song about "Living with bitches"

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Living with a mininum got me troubled

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

You bitches with a garrote wire cause

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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