This is a song about "Needing to make money because im broke"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Where i can express my emotions without needing to speak

Hey clyde to make your house come here now because

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Im trying to make myself known

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Trying to make money so my family could eat

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Im raisin the bar, ya gna be needing a neck noose,

Still be needing to grow up

That shit was wack as fuck

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,