This is a song about "I don t make money"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Atl was tipping them

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm on welfare just to make sure i get some kind of money

If i can make them money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Just searching for the perfect shot

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,