This is a song about "Wanting wealth"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Not about the fame or the wealth,

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

I acted brainlessly, and did everything to gain wealth

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Too legendary i dont need no wealth

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane