This is a song about "Bill gates weed"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Who won't make it into heaven so they stare at the gates

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates