In the Phase of Depression

I'm fucking poor. I'm fucking broke, cashless, whatever you call it. Yes, it's true, and that's not helping me on getting what I need, well want, too. So.. i got so emotionally sick, i made this...


i need bling and money,
i don't need no honey,
it's all about the dope,
the base of gaining hope,
i want that stylish NYC,
with peeps covered with MAC,
but i aint got no cash,
and i aint want no pash,
i need those green paper,
so mate see ya later.


xoxo