This is a song about "Rich nigga in par"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

While i'm stuck in this school with nothing but rich white kids thinking their ghetto 'n

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And now your in a school with a bunch of rich white dudes

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots