This is a song about "Tryna find life"

Its a crazy concert jungle, feet poundin' tryna get paper to live life

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

16 tryna find a piece of mind, searching for a god with my eyes closed blind

Wont stop it, imma find what in life n just cop it, got it?

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

To help you find the true you, and live the life that you were given,

Tryna run over to put it in order got- "life is so less"

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins