This is a song about "Wanting wealth"

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

I fucking hate this job

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Into #living for illusions of wealth through dilusions of self-

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame