This is a song about "Born to die rich"

Every one said get rich or die trying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Now its your turn to die

Three j's took me this high

You are about to die!

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Plan to get rich is going without a hitch,

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I was born to be a king

They wouldn't be nothing

How they say that we not working

I was born to do the damn thing

To emancipate to participate born new candidate born president no longer a resident

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and