This is a song about "No life"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Before we see it's hard to live

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

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

They got no life so there just want to mess your life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine