This is a song about "Hustle like i m broke"

Watching for the cops that's moving through

If your broke its cuz i broke you

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly