This is a song about "Broke niggaa"

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Writing some dope ass lyrics while others go broke.

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

If your broke its cuz i broke you

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Broke nerd society gives big frowns

Life's too short to not go for broke

Since i was left with no hope

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

Baby this was for you, lotus

I put it down your throat

Was a ghost at the most, broke

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Life's too short to not go for broke

I know you just doing your job