This is a song about "All my niggas getting rich"

Look at my jewels, paper an bitch, trife making us all bulk rich,

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

It ain't like that

My niggas getting mad