This is a song about "Rich pricks"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Im a shit talker /spit enforcer / rip torsos /n then turn you pricks

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

D.c. all up in this bitch

Thats it we getting rich

Kids growing up to be little pricks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich