This is a song about "Wealth"

The more wealth the more tore felt.

Niggas in the street scared

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

Tripling the wealth of the wicked and watch as

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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