This is a song about "Wanting wealth"

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

I fucking hate this job

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Because tonight we fight, not for oil or wealth,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

Bad investments you might lose your wealth

If you can't look up at yourself

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid