This is a song about "Rich the kid"

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

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

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

For all the mischief you did but kid

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

The companies get rich, and we start the wars purposefully,

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch