This is a song about "Wealth inequality"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

Blaming it on my own damn self i'm just tryna stack this wealth

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

And inequality, .... still we ball our fists,

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

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

The more wealth the more tore felt.

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Not about the fame or the wealth,

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

And word i blew off herb i grew