This is a song about "Having no money"

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Would u still call me yours if i had no money?

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,