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

Break every fiber until you got no life

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

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

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

I used to have a nine to five

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

I got 800 invisible men

No life ahead of them