This is a song about "Broke niggaa"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

We dated, we broke up

Where rules get followed

On top of that, i’m broke

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

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Looking these broke niggas under me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

And i'm convinced we're broke,

I know you just doing your job

I fucking hate this job

Life's too short to not go for broke