This is a song about "Being on a budget"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im tired of being slepted on

A childhood being suppressed,

And i ain't never left

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Visualizing being a college graduate,

As i light one for ill will

And still being a rebel

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

No budget but my chain is ill

Lady at the frank stand will

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise