This is a song about "Bitches riches snitches"

I'm on the road to the riches.

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Well, um, there's a but

Fake young snitches that call us up

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.