This is a song about "Seniors independent retirement community"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

It ain't hard to make money

I mean we as black community

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I came into existence when great sent "him" into retirement

And i'm sure the whole community would love to fuckin' diss you,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something