This is a song about "The richest"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

From the gutter to the roof

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Of vicious foes afflicting fictitious blows to the richest low

The bigger the the fun

I'm caged up in state prison

That the richest of celebs can't even think straight

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

As the king upon the throne

They blowing up my phone

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,