This is a song about "Noob with no life"

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes

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

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I feel like a low-life, with no life

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

A life with no intention can make any person angry. but frankly i dont give a fuck