This is a song about "Finally rich"

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Or will you finally communicate

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Finally got my glasses cleaned

Finally finna find a child's style

Run for cover and return fire

Looking at your money

Because i reached it finally

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Finally tear up the americas,

Now i’m up in this bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

He’ll be making people rich,

That's what you do when you rich

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch