This is a song about "Living life"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Luxury life, results living bad

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Living a better life than my father did

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Hated all the things that made my life worth living;

There'd still be niggas out killing

Towards the life you're living

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

But i'm still living life dead mother-fucking broke

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Living life, but seeing the world blind

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Living life just to mirth

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Living a life harder than a gangster