This is a song about "No 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

I feel like a low-life, with no life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them 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,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Cause life don't come with no manual

She grabs the yellow bottle

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life