This is a song about "Estate where i grew"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

But as i grew up, i noticed it was a lie

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

That's right i know you don't do real estate

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Whoever tried to gravitate

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/