This is a song about "Broke niggas with no life"

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

But i'm still living life dead mother-fucking broke

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

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I feel like a low-life, with no life

We will never die, we are forever alive

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life