This is a song about "Struggles with life"

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Or end your life with rhymes.

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Just proceeding with your life, working and breeding

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes