This is a song about "Getting richer"

He was the man to be, "richer than a king,"

The time is now, on everything

Baby i’mma mess, mess

What you getting is death

Enemies getting closer.

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

This is something different

200 degrees but im getting sucked

Raps richer than merchants,but i throw lines of emergence.

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits