This is a song about "Me being rich"

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

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

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Thinkin bout life and a bitch striking it rich toss me a mic and i'll spit

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

But being high only elucidates to me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

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

Some day i'm going to be kick it with queen elizabeth being filthy rich.

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

Nothins stopping me from being rich

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch