This is a song about "No life"

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

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

She grabs the yellow bottle

Cause life don't come with no manual

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

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

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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