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

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

I regret some shit i did

No money in pocket

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

I ain't got no money,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

Ma glaswegian accent means no mainstream for me but a don't regret having it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You a lady boss, now you fly free

No i’m not being funny,