This is a song about "Being poor having no money"

I ain't got no money,

I’m tryna be low key

They got all this money while people are poor

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

But we so poor, we got no door,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Because your poor and there's no one else to blame

Time after time, again and again