This is a song about "I aint got nothin to live for"

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

I live it for real so i got away

Damn, i know i got alot to prove and live up to

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

And slid back north of course to pen more

I got nothing to live for

They got somethin’ to die for but just nothin’ to work for,

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I consider myself to battle like a lion. man you aint nothin keep tryin but quit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

In my own group, i ball so hard the they dont think but know im kobe, im drainin every hoop,

I aint got the mind for this

Shopping i’ll be in paris