This is a song about "Life on the dole"

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Livin' life like a soldier on the front lines.

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

The snitch on the block be running for his life

A nice guy, trying to get by, on the outside filled with life

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Other rappers holding udders dole a molten stutter

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold