This is a song about "No life"

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

But because real life ain't no fun

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I feel like a low-life, with no life

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

Becoming someone you don't recognize

But shit i ain't with her no more not in this life

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Beats and rap change my life, no joke

Im no longer about that life, though there was some time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine