This is a song about "On a budjet"

Only a hand on those hips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

I'm on a roll, like snowball

Mirror mirror on the wall

Hold on you can see my vision

We are on a great run

My direction good, well-rounded type

2am on a sunday night

Then going on a drug binge

Nas told me life's a bitch