Busdriver - Surrounded by Millionaires [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
We rub elbows with the super rich
Showing up exuberance
We futurists, we shoot the shit
So we need our computer fixed
My people's for the usefulness (that's why)
I'm surrounded by millionaires
The OG cliques and class
No opiates en masse, we scoping craps
I'm surrounded by millionaires
But they stitch flags with dishrags
Kick a jab [?] a prick with a badge till he screams

[Hook: Busdriver]
I'm surrounded by millionaires
We making millions
No we made a millions
There's no difference
We breaking ceilings
We making millions
No we made a millions
There's no difference
We breaking ceilings
We made a millions
No we made a millions
These ancient dealings
They been breaking ceilings
These ancient dealings
They been breaking ceilings
I made a millions
I made it

[Post-Hook: Busdriver]
When I kill the game, it's not murder
I'm now suspicious and the cops murmur
They push the border of the blocks further
So they mythologize their top earners
My squadron ain't hot rhymin [?]
[?]
Niggas just like us

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]
Chinchilla skin grafts, full-length
Except for the bear's feet stitched to the bare feet
And when I bare teeth it's carrots
Fuck floss, boss up, nigga or be tossed off
Or refuse to the beat, breasts fuse
Like a motherfucker let loose
Never been a hoozie, 'scuse me (blah)
Two times (blah, blah)
Come up off of everything you got up in the backpack bae bae
Give me fifty feet I'll walk a mile, follow
Give me fifty cents I make it rain by tomorrow
Swallowed every pill I'm on a million while you talking
Keeping it one hundred nigga what you really feeling
In age with the odds of a black astronaut were astronomical
We turned whips into spaceships
Found a place in between a nightmare and a dream to build castles, don't mind if they makeshift
Motherfucker we make shit
Revolution's an industry, who the fuck makes it ?
We can taste it
Betting like a bitch but I bet you don't know when the bass hit
Born a basehead
It's a birthright
Let it kick and ensnare in the first fight
Grab a mic get the first slice spit a verse like it's life on the line
And a hearse right behind her waiting with doors ajar
Shoot whatever it was sworn ima sport the car
And skirt the block and watch for skirts
And cop the gat and rock the ice and freeze the frame and trace the plot
Embrace the end inevitable
Endeavor to get the cheddar inevitable
But never amenable
Spit ever letter with the tenor of a venerable boss on the backs of millions
I don't look at the cost