This is a song about "From the richest"

And i'll be the richest,but money isn't point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Of vicious foes afflicting fictitious blows to the richest low

The first rap from my back from the coffin series.

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Now i'm falling from the sky

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth