This is a song about "Your fucking life"

They make your life a fucking theft

Bout time i got my respect

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Shit, is life really what it fucking seems

Weaping your fucking eyes

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

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

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Good deeds count for nothing and there's more to life than fucking,

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

(fuck man, you're destroying your life)

God, my life is a fucking disaster.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her