This is a song about "Dylan the no life"

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

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

No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Make them more insecure when they caught one

But because real life ain't no fun

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Right flows down and they might go nice

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

Cause life don't come with no manual

Lady at the frank stand will

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Break every fiber until you got no life