This is a song about "Businessman"

From this trife life and them bright lights, 'cuz i be so fly like a night kite,

While there losing there minds stoking the grinds out the pipe it just ain't right

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

I'm the only gangster who doesn't have a bitch.

Your a critic so i gotta end you like an abortion, your life is shortened,

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,