This is a song about "No life"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Because i see right through your disguise

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

I don't know, obviously i disappear

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

Break every fiber until you got no life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

That life is just a (game), no pain no gain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again