This is a song about "Life rich and fame"

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Pocket racked up all big faces

To get rich and famous,

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I'd rather live that nice life then bein' rich and bein' irresponsible,