This is a song about "Being poor making money guns gangs and losing family"

They got all this money while people are poor

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

It ain't nothing though

We got dat guns and flow

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

For the whole week, no time for cold feet