This is a song about "The richest"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

Endless the days, forever the nights,

All the time with this glock of mines

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Of vicious foes afflicting fictitious blows to the richest low

And of course, my car's off course

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

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat