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

I'm just trying to disperse words for a rich verse

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Trying to get with me

Looking at your money

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Trying to get the attention off me,

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I'm just trying to get mine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine