This is a song about "Wealth and poverty"

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

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

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Crime and poverty? what do y'all think? we passed that shit?

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

I get off because of wealth, and i truly really hate the people,