This is a song about "Being on a budget"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Im tired of being slepted on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Focusing on being what you wanted to be.

You be get up on this fly shit baby

And getting money is the song i sing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Being a white knight ain't acceptable

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Lady at the frank stand will

No budget but my chain is ill