This is a song about "No life"

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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

I ain't that then

No life ahead of them