This is a song about "Life of a minorty"

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Any chance of a life is thrown away,

Don't wanna live a life of regret

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Why i chose the life of a fein/

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers