This is a song about "Life of television"

Because i see right through your disguise

For the first 12 years of my life

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

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

Of the book of your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I need a backyard full court size

In the prime of my life

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

You could just be sitting at home watching television

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Hovering, discovering the meaning of life

Call the network dipset family ties

Take the walk of my life

Inferior, but i'm nice