This is a song about "Fucking life"

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

Life would be so good id escape from this fucking crap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Chorus: ? life, life, life.. life is a pain.

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

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

Sometimes i feel like gettig a knife and fucking ending my pathetic life,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life