This is a song about "No life"

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

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

But shit i ain't with her no more not in this life

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

When i'm on it, on it like my job

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds