This is a song about "Generational wealth"

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

So, just tell me something about yourself

Tripling the wealth of the wicked and watch as

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

I acted brainlessly, and did everything to gain wealth

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Into #living for illusions of wealth through dilusions of self-