This is a song about "Life in"

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I rap every single crap in life

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

I write about your part in my life life life

In the devoid of life

I just shake dice

Summertime in the city

In life nothings comes free