This is a song about "I got rich pro"

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

Fuck everything? i wanna be rich, i guess i've lost my patience,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

I was in a drive by,killed the lights like a pro as i glide by

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Im rich and lazy i don't chase the paper it just chases me

I've been talkin' cheese, never gettin' rich, still got those overtones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Yo i could set back, sell out, get rich, and light the hash,

I get confused when i'm not rich

Yeah, we get this cabbage