This is a song about "The richest"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

And i'll be the richest,but money isn't point

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Of vicious foes afflicting fictitious blows to the richest low

When something is broken

The bigger the the fun

Music that y'all condone

As the king upon the throne