This is a song about "I got no life"

For real, a nigga ill

You say i got no skill?

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I got blessed with immortality of my life

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

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And i ain't frontin for her

I got a blaze, no faint fire

I got two bitches my life,

I'm everything that they call nice

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Put to rest feeling of life ain't got no stress at best it's safe sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs