This is a song about "Im rich you broke"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

If you were pinocchio you'd blow coke until ya nose broke.

But check out how i roll mine

Im broke and dope like all of the time

Pain. that made me maintain this mental toughness that you broke.

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

You ain't rich, you're a snitch, and you broke nigga,

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Don't smoke that shit, what you got is living, im not dying broke

You broke through the fetters

The richest place on earth

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

Rack rack city bitch

Well, you better be rich