This is a song about "Life no cussing"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

No life ahead of them

Made a million with the pen

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Take her back to where i live

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time