This is a song about "The rich life"

Here i go again, falling in love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

The politicians and rich executives sit back, just lovin' it,

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks