This is a song about "Living poor smoking weed too not living poor anymore"

They calling me the hottest in the game

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

This the life they're living, not me i am different

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

I ain't even start yet, this is propane