This is a song about "People wanna talk to me because i have money"

Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I am nothing because of the general philosophy of people trying to bring me down.i am

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

People look at me n say thats what i wanna be,

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

People ain't wanna give me a chance i had to take the shit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And this microphine i wanna rockit, im just feelin me so go head n talk shit.

But in my loneliness i talk to me;

Shit with our whole family