This is a song about "No life and no money all about rap"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I ain't got no money,

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

That's what we all about no doubt

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

The roc to allido, they all believe me though