This is a song about "From broke to rich"

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

He also used to spit, but he didn't get rich

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Broke rappers struggling to get through

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

Cause there'll never be peace

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Welcom to my rich domain

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Get smoked he's a big joke trying to not to get broke