This is a song about "Living with loss"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

I put these poems all in these songs

Little kids are at a loss

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Living out his own pocket with his very own promise

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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