This is a song about "New york wealth"

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

So, just tell me something about yourself

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And my niggas all the same