This is a song about "Gong on with life"

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I feel like a low-life, with no life

When life is too good to carry on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

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

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

We gotta put up with the shit life gives, carry on like soldiers/

This is solitaire you playing with your life

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him