This is a song about "A song about life"

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

My life is somethin you don't need to know a lot about.

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Thinking deeply about some shit, does life truly have a purpose,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

I'm about that life, i've been jumped and stabbed by a knife

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive