This is a song about "Cheap"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Bigots beat 'em, impede 'em, even insult with means so cheap

Bigots beat 'em, impede 'em, even insult with means so cheap

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Maybe you did not read this, but i don't give a cheap

Niggas is unifying as we speak

The life expectancy don't come cheap

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap