This is a song about "No life"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

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

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

I got rich from a little struggle

Cause life don't come with no manual

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Break every fiber until you got no life

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

We got no choice we may take their life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice