This is a song about "Wanting wealth"

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

So, just tell me something about yourself

The jager in my cup is licorice black

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Not about the fame or the wealth,

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

I be wanting your kiss

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself