This is a song about "Gang bitches guns rich"

Well, you better be rich

And i’m ballin' bitch

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Gang banging with bloods and crips

But never once in a gang

Self made self paid man

I gotta question for you man

Fitting ya without ma gang

Of the rebel gang captain

See, i'm second to no one

You just do your thing chick

Remember my guns like a mic,