This is a song about "Fortune 500"

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

But i got 500 friends mom i really do

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for