This is a song about "No life"

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

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Break every fiber until you got no life

Cause life don't come with no manual

Yeah come holla at your uncle

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

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Then put it into sex drive

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke