This is a song about "Rich nigga in par"

Found a new rich nigga on the spot, whispering to his boys hold up, man did you see her interior?

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

U a rich girl out after dark, ur prides in the purse, im a mugger

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Niggas die over shoes

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Who this nigga up in here

Be yourself, just show me you're real

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

You ain't rich, you're a snitch, and you broke nigga,

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The engine in back of my car