This is a song about "My lifestyle"

//this is not the ghetto lifestyle i live, y'all know my story

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

I live a liberated lifestyle,

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Run for cover and return fire

Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile

20 racks really thats sneaker money

My own unknown is my enemy,

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Picture a place that they exist, together

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.