This is a song about "Me and my family being rich"

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You don't know me, or my family tree

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

My family consequently put me down.

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

My bestfriends family took me in as their own.

Half my family and friends on top of me

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