This is a song about "Getting richer"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

And i ain't getting breathless

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

My trigger finger's screaming for the richer/

Feminine’s getting intimate

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My wallet just get richer

Took the van, went snatch her

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood