This is a song about "Bobby with no money"

Striking her with blows he bellowed “where’s my money?”

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Even with the money and the fame

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby/

I stay lonely and cocky

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

No money in pocket

Man fuck this shit

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

61. young money with laxatives,