This is a song about "No life"

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Im no longer about that life, though there was some time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

We got no choice we may take their life

Destined to win, get respect where i live

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time