This is a song about "Handsome and wealthy"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And remember what i said and

And the word most important

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And kill yourself and your clique

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily