This is a song about "Robots on welfare from saturn"

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

No more drama from now on, i promise

Take the beat and make it a carcass

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,