This is a song about "Broke bitch"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Writing some dope ass lyrics while others go broke.

Life's too short to not go for broke

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I am broke because of cindy

Since i was left with no hope

Was a ghost at the most, broke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Baby this was for you, lotus

Bitch i'll leave you broke, homeless, and boneless

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Broke nerd society gives big frowns

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house