This is a song about "You have no money"

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

You make me lose thrills, cuz you have no skills

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Something no drug will have you facing

That you would no longer have emotion

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Because they have no accurate opinions of you,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

That i have all the money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Money in the bank gotta have

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

You're sporting a polo watch but you aint got no money to pay the tab

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad