This is a song about "No life"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

My garage full of cars that bounce

Then to try to chase these men

No life ahead of them

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

I know you just doing your job

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

I don't know, obviously i disappear

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

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat