This is a song about "No life"

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

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

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

9 times outta ten

No life ahead of them

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel