This is a song about "Todd and how rich he his"

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Another morning he wakes up screaming, how he lost his dreams in

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Always strap so i was alright

So he sniffed some white and he parked his ride

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his

That's how him and his man will get,

Your heart was false just like the words you said