This is a song about "Yolo lifestyle"

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Thats why i stay solo, livin life yolo i'm gone!

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Only losers obey yolo, ass hole, so go home

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

I run shit screaming yolo out my sun roof

Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

This type of lifestyle that one simulates