This is a song about "Noob with 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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to

Cause life don't come with no manual

Lady at the frank stand will

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

I feel like a low-life, with no life

You gotta breathe and be at ease

With no guns and no shields

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

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

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