This is a song about "Broke boys and money"

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

I put these poems all in these songs

And broke multiple laws

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

I know you just doing your job

Face i'm just a wheels man, and i'm broke,

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids