This is a song about "No life"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

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

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Only out a year, now facing life

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I know you just doing your job

Beats and rap change my life, no joke