This is a song about "Living with pain"

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Blow trees like a hurricane

Now your gone theres a heart with pain

Detest living with no plans

Man it’s the killer tracks

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

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