This is a song about "Surviving the timea"

Surviving and we're thriving on ramen noodles, frozen peas,

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.