This is a song about "Rich money drugs"

Yeah you thought she was rich

Nas told me life's a bitch

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

He’ll be making people rich,

This a roaster, bitch

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs