This is a song about "Style of life"

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Thats the story of ya life

I keep it grimey and gutter,my style remind me of the mothership

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Victims of that thug life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Life style lavish the rap gang ladies slavish juvenile

They judge you for your life style while they drink away their problems at the bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Hovering, discovering the meaning of life

And when i start to rise

In the prime of my life