This is a song about "Wealthy"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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

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

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

And the discography, somethin' you got to see