This is a song about "Life of television"

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

You could just be sitting at home watching television

We hustle to survive

Fuck the "story of your life"

Hovering, discovering the meaning of life

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

Like my life seems fine and full of life

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Get away from the stress of life

Rollin' down the four o five

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

But the same deposition take it every time

And my niggas say

Of my life slip away