This is a song about "Becoming broke or poor"

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

My whole family's hating what i'm becoming

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

These critics ain’t never been poor or experienced hardship,