This is a song about "Rich nigga in par"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

In their eyes they got a few hundred thousand and they are rich

The things they say went a little too far

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

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

Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga

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