This is a song about "No life"

She grabs the yellow bottle

Cause life don't come with no manual

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

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

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

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

No life ahead of them

The heartz of men

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I'm everything that they call nice

I feel like a low-life, with no life