This is a song about "Rich and strong"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

So let’s stand strong, march on, and we take ‘em on,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

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

I will grow, and render, make myself strong,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

You act like you're so rich and flashy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three