This is a song about "Being broke then becoming rich"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Its like my rep's stacked, then fellow and broke my back

Leave ya a single father taking yo bitch get rich then fuck her and yo daughter

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Then i slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Who you were becoming

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Hoping that he's listening

Who you were becoming

So much to say a scrabble game

Being broke is to blame

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Then you beg and plead as if you they needed their approval which is not becoming