This is a song about "Rich the kid"

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

We all say we're gonna change the world once we get rich

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Cause you're dumb like the rich people prefer doing his dollar sum.

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Check out my style here's the esoteric kid

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Name, like he's the champion, an average kid/

I was always the kid.

To mcs that don't rhyme good

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich