This is a song about "A hard lufe"

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

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

It’s hard out here for a bitch, it’s hard

Hard to find like a *pause*

I put these poems all in these songs

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, that's my state of mind

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Between me and anyone who "reps a set". (wow ain't you hard)