This is a song about "Rich thinks he can rap hes a bitch"

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Im just tryna get rich fitty hat and a down ass bitch thats why my mind gone

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Too focused, one word

For a fool he thinks he's a nerd

I don't fear death

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Hes hanging with his friends they ask him to just take a sip of the drink then he

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Thinkin bout life and a bitch striking it rich toss me a mic and i'll spit