This is a song about "The corey lifestyle"

I live a liberated lifestyle,

Got me quite open for a while

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

Complex lifestyle ready to do me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,