This is a song about "Rich kids are spoiled"

Say it simple but these fake kids are fearful and speechless

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Back on the audio, my rhymes are so rich, even abu dhabi know.

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Young rich white kids thinkin one day they'll be a star, fuck that, they're gonna fall hard

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

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

Preach to the other kids who are just like me

The good kid from the ugly city