This is a song about "Rich pricks"

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Man but this ain't no sign language

It was such a bad day when the pricks told us

My criteria ain't even that serious

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Spittin' sicker shit than strictly pricks, a different mission,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Nas told me life's a bitch

Thats it we getting rich

I get confused when i'm not rich

When you fly as a bitch

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks