This is a song about "Wealth"

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Tripling the wealth of the wicked and watch as

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

Parking lot of the blue flame

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

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Watch me imma go from struggling all the way to wealth

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

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

Not about the fame or the wealth,