This is a song about "Wealthy bitch"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

'cuz stereotypes on television make 'em think i'm wealthy,

I just wanna be higher than that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

'cuz stereotypes on television make 'em think i'm wealthy,

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

You, you, you have to pay for that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see