This is a song about "No life"

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

9 times outta ten

No life ahead of them

Because i see right through your disguise

I feel like a low-life, with no life

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

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time