This is a song about "Keep it rich"

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

See you was there every year when i needed you

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I need to strike it rich, i'm sick of seeing ruined human lives,

The politicians and rich executives sit back, just lovin' it,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Keep it real yo, keep it keep it real,

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Aspired to be rich and famous, they made it through,

What could you do ?if it was up to you

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

I tried to keep it playa

You're fucking with me, nigga