This is a song about "The living"

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

As the pharoah in the barrow living

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Nobody's perfect, fuck, i'm the living proof,

I start the aiming he starts begging for another chance at living

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Like night of the living dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

This is for all the brothers who think they're not worth living

Towards the life you're living

But i ain't listening

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Trying to catch me riding dirty

The malady living inside of me,