This is a song about "All my niggas getting rich"

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time

Promise me you won't step out of line

All my niggas ride or die

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Double m-g not to mention we got that

All my niggas still drilling shit

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole