This is a song about "Rich the kid"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

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

Listening to aston martin music music

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Mad, still make em naked

I was always the kid.

Rap game on hold all for the kid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good