This is a song about "Handsome and wealthy"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

And hope to be rich and wealthy once i grow older,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

They say nothings ever free

Just because you're wealthy,

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I'm doing the same thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And there's little to be glad for