This is a song about "Money no cursing"

I ain't got no money,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Down in dallas at the all-star game

No more money, no more fame

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

No money for the meter when i'm parkin' em

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Don't want no pity money cause this ain't funny just plain nonsense

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

I know some rn's that still strip

No money in pocket

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Would u still call me yours if i had no money?