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

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

I'm everything that they call nice

We got no choice we may take their life

I do the right thing

Cause your life have no meaning.

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I feel like a low-life, with no life

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine