This is a song about "Greedy fuckers"

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Fuckers don’t even know the last of it

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Sounds like the god you worship's greedy to me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

We're takin' shit out like greedy corporate ceo bankers,

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers