This is a song about "Make a living"

Stop living a facade and dreaming

Mines is family over everything

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Man ive been through a living hell

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Imagine living in a dream

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Or should i call it a prision, nah , cause im living.

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Its a message to the scum thats still living,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And stand up again and try to make some kind of living

Part of me though, is searching for answers

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

Vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here