This is a song about "Being the heir of a drug empire"

Throw your money in the air

Just the fact of being there

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Receive a cult following my own empire

So the days of being a duck are over

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Too afraid of being a loser

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.