This is a song about "The rich bury the poor"

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

18 year sentence with no parole

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Then bury her under the pavement

If you feel it, it must be real just

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

We all say we're gonna change the world once we get rich

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch