This is a song about "Question of life"

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Prepare for the bout of yo life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

We hustle to survive

In the devoid of life

Victims of that thug life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Sky high, iced out paradise

In the prime of my life

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

It´s the battle of life

Hop in and let me test drive