This is a song about "Rich life"

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

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

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Modify your quota bitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

Well, you better be rich

Coming back with this shit bitch

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

Capers vanish paper railroads, that's how much i'm asset rich

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

Nawh bitch obama can suck a dick my views on life will never get me rich