This is a song about "Cheap life"

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

From the back seat, back seat

You get her cheap wódka, i get her chivas

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Your so cheap i cant find you on ebay or amazon

These rappers cheap thriften, for a sweet listen

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her