This is a song about "Living with bitches"

Living with a mininum got me troubled

Unify them, mob through, take over and

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

They vaguely decipher my language