This is a song about "No life"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Had to escape the life

Life has its ups and downs but it aint no roller coaster

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

I feel like a low-life, with no life