This is a song about "Rich life doing drugs hustleing"

What are you doing this is my life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

And i roast ya bitch

Thats it we getting rich

Gotta go, let her leave

So i can sell drugs,doing my deals

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Cause you're dumb like the rich people prefer doing his dollar sum.

I created this image

Well, you better be rich