This is a song about "No life and no money all about rap"

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//

Focusing on rap my life is no longer a drama, telling my story as i sit and hit this

So many rumors but i'm infinitely immortal outlawswitching up on you ordinary bitches

But hey yo look, money from across the street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

We're living in a fantasy

I ain't got no money,