This is a song about "Rich and famous"

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Living my life like i'm living right

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

And hope to be rich and wealthy once i grow older,

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

And these artists don't need me they're already rich

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,