This is a song about "So rich"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

No snitch, i ain't so rich i sit back and i ain't lucifer,

On trial for possession of some chronic

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

You act like you're so rich and flashy

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

I'm sick of seeing rich college kids acting so broke,

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

Of being rich and powerful

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Yeah you thought she was rich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch