This is a song about "Broke niggaa"

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Up on phrases i wrote

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Now we got to heal cause you gotten our hearts broke

Looking these broke niggas under me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

All these niggas is broke shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit