This is a song about "Rich newyorker"

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Never agree with that message

Of being rich and powerful

Shout out them strippers who hustle

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Spending her time with him i guess

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I live in england where them bitches rich,

He’ll be making people rich,

Throw d's on that bitch