This is a song about "You get no money"

No one like you, get a fucking clue

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Shit is on silent all day long

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Thuggin' till the day i die

You get the message ain't no lie

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

Beach on the weekend

I'll make sure you get no rest

You get close but no cigar

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall