This is a song about "No life"

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

She grabs the yellow bottle

Cause life don't come with no manual

Fuck it, im leaving

Cause your life have no meaning.