This is a song about "Me just trying to get rich and famous"

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

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

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

If you're trying to get out, just follow me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Trying to get with me

And now that i’m getting money

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

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

Trying to get lost of this world, words will surround me,

They giving pounds and that before get the money