The Theory of Relativity (It's All Relative)

I’m a poor girl
By Bill Gates' standards
I’m a rich bitch
Through a homeless person’s eyes
Is it all smoke and mirrors?
Is the truth disguised?
It’s all relative, relative
I am no one
In comparison to J. Lo
I am world renowned and famous
Standing next to maybe you
But by the time your fingers snap
Things could change like that
It’s all relative, relative
Your mother’s famous cousin
Is your cousin once removed
Your father’s sister’s daughter’s son
Well, he’s your cousin too
Oh it’s all relative, relative
There are people
And they might have talent
They’ve got relatives
Who can grease the gettin' in
While the rest of us jerks
Have to slave and work
We need relatives
Well, Einstein had a theory
Well, I’ve got my theory too
Your great Aunt Peggy died last year
And left practically nothing to you
She left practically nothing
Oh, it’s all relative
Ooh, relative
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s all relative