This is a song about "Rich list"

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

I guess now i'm on the notty list

If you feel it, it must be real just

Hit you first on my hit list,

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

My matrix was just a check list

You was bigger than an artist

/i'm almost done with the list/

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

He’ll be making people rich,

When you fly as a bitch

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich