This is a song about "Broke nigg"

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I've drunk til i blacked out, woke up broke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Y'all can't stick to no g code

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

And my niggas all the same

Being broke is to blame

And broke multiple laws

And of course, my car's off course

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Quietly becoming a top tier

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Looking these broke niggas under me