This is a song about "Iphone broke"

Writing some dope ass lyrics while others go broke.

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Yeah, we spit that saliva, iphone got message from viber

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

On top of that, i’m broke

You broke through the fetters

Talking of the gods you serve

Wale and we are not the same

Being broke is to blame

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

When i'm on it, on it like my job

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke