This is a song about "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

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

My garage full of cars that bounce

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

No life ahead of them

I'll never call you bitch again

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

Call the network dipset family ties

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

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here