This is a song about "Get rich fast"

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Yo i could set back, sell out, get rich, and light the hash,

To get rich and famous,

Hop off the bus

Every one said get rich or die trying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Cant you get rich off your own track

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

My rhymes bleeding, so fast they get whiplash