This is a song about "Cheap rappers"

Remember your next life bla bla bla bla talk is cheap

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

I keep my money neat

These rappers cheap thriften, for a sweet listen

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

The life expectancy don't come cheap

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I wonder if it's because all these drugs were so cheap