This is a song about "Get rich or die tryin"

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

We all say we're gonna change the world once we get rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

Ships that sail to distant places

To get rich and famous,

Tears that our fore fathers cry

All my niggas ride or die

Until i die or latinos will.

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school