This is a song about "When i get rich"

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

I've become immune to you no name haters

I get jelous when your with other girls

The door crack, niggas all black

Cant you get rich off your own track

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Forever you my bottom bitch

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Don't get mad when i smoke you

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Every one said get rich or die trying

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch