This is a song about "No life"

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

But shit i ain't with her no more not in this life

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Im no longer about that life, though there was some time

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

That life is just a (game), no pain no gain

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

I'm ballin all my life

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

Tell them girls right there that the man right here