This is a song about "Wealthy"

Just because you're wealthy,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

And hope to be rich and wealthy once i grow older,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily