This is a song about "No money no problem"

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

For fear is not a problem no longer,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Whilst a waz caged up, no voice just a problem

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I don't got no money, adolescent currency

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

So i had no problem when i left em in a ditch

The game's a chick; i'm kobe, i'mma rape the bitch

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

No sensuality you said it wasn't a problem eating these pussies

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Yeah i know, but i never had no problem with alcohol

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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