This is a song about "Wealthy bitch"

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

I'm sure to get rich

Prepare to take a note bitch

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Well, i can handle that

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Fuckin myopic bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Double m self made we forever rich

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"