This is a song about "Wealth"

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Blade in my hand time flowed like sand and i was far away from wealth,

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Has most of the wealth, ain't that a problem? i think it is,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

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

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Bad investments you might lose your wealth

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