This is a song about "No life"

Break every fiber until you got no life

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

That life is just a (game), no pain no gain

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

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

They got no life so there just want to mess your life

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

No life ahead of them

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men