This is a song about "Having a hard life"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

But a better life is hard to be sown

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

Pooping - having a blast,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Rocking the crowd so hard till they shaking looking they they having epileptic seizures

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,

So it’s a hard knock life, pray to jesus, fuck your facial features,

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Hopefully, life reverses without me having to inverse it

Life is hard death is easy so i stay a boss,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was