This is a song about "No life"

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

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Break every fiber until you got no life

I feel like a low-life, with no life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

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

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

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

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

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine