This is a song about "Having no monwy"

That was closest to me having a family

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

We are having the time of our lives

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Top ranked, number one my son

Or just stop having fun

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

If your having a bad day

Got problems, what? i can't say

Hit the block like a postman with mail

This verse leaves you having to read braille