This is a song about "I m rich"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Still listen to big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

They vaguely decipher my language

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...