This is a song about "Living with bitches"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Living out his own pocket with his very own promise

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Thats when it occured he didnt have to put up with bitches

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting