This is a song about "Rich poor"

Is there any love

To get rich and famous,

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

Yeah you thought she was rich

When you fly as a bitch

And i’m ballin' bitch

He’ll be making people rich,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done