This is a song about "Handsome and wealthy"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I am not the only one

Girls like me cuz i'm kind and handsome

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Mama said that i was way too handsome

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And kill yourself and your clique

Have no souls indeed