This is a song about "Broke niggas with no life"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

It's all good, finna dog that

All these niggas is broke shit

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,