This is a song about "Being rich and famous"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

And these artists don't need me they already rich

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

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

And these artists don't need me they're already rich

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

And u still wondering how your business is so rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And if you wanna be famous, put your hands in my anus

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

This black snake moan is somethin' to suck bitch

Nothins stopping me from being rich