This is a song about "Generational wealth"

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

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Blade in my hand time flowed like sand and i was far away from wealth,

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

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

I acted brainlessly, and did everything to gain wealth

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again