This is a song about "Im poor too"

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Yea, yea im kinda broken, you might be too

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

But really im horrible i keep the gang life for real i steal from friends family even poor whores,

Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

You cant stop me im too high in the sky

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Im overcautious, too many losses,

But see im not too cocky

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see