This is a song about "Spoiled rich kid"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I think found where your mind was

To get rich and famous,

While i use her mouth for a potty,she spoiled like a snotty,

That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I was never spoiled but always taken for granted

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Nas told me life's a bitch

Well, you better be rich

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

Specially equities, reckon we smile