This is a song about "Being a millionare"

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Being a white knight ain't acceptable

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Too afraid of being a loser

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And still being a rebel