This is a song about "That chrismas life"

Pocket racked up all big faces

That will my make your life rough

Open up your contacts then scroll

It's a sad life, that the others control,

Before we see it's hard to live

Victims of that thug life

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

I'm rolling down the window

Chill nigga, with that live life flow,

That i'm just fine, just lazy or scared of life

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

He was the rust that formed around the windshield of my life