This is a song about "Life catching up"

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

The hardest part of life is growing up.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Have you ever sat up late thinking about life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life

I've had a good life up to here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

If i got life left i'm not catching my breath