This is a song about "No life"

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

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

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Break every fiber until you got no life

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

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

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

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Cause life don't come with no manual