This is a song about "No life"

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

My garage full of cars that bounce

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

The drug life, a hard life, no wife