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

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I make enough money to buy bullets to waste though

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

For people to die, because no money is sent?

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

He steals kebabs from the shops, because he's so broke,