This is a song about "You ain bout dat life"

Man, life sucks for me. dat stuff be justified

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

I'm ill an dat, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

That life is all bout vegas

Ships that sail to distant places

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

If you asked us 'bout our life you'd probably be greeted with shrugs,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

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

I can't let you have my burdens, i won't pass you dat slice.

I care less bout ur life time story "taylor swift ima let you finish"

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches