This is a song about "Rich the fake plug"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Pull the plug on the hypothetical drain

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

Just why the fuck there's rich people when others struggle to maintain

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him