This is a song about "My empty wallet"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone

Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like an empty pit.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Something worth dying for

My wallet just get richer

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I like to call that a quick flip

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

If i see your wallet, don’t make me fall it

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see