This is a song about "If i get rich"

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

Nawh bitch obama can suck a dick my views on life will never get me rich

In the house, holla back

Cant you get rich off your own track

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

He also used to spit, but he didn't get rich

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

If only i could get in your head...

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I can teach you all the sounds of love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

The companies get rich, and we start the wars purposefully,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see