This is a song about "Im still broke"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

The birds i knew flip birds

Im still avoidin street sweepers

Im still loaded, im loaded

My bitches fuck me good

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Cuz im coming up still,

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Don't smoke that shit, what you got is living, im not dying broke

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills