This is a song about "Gettin rich"

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

Then it'll be me getting recognized, i'll be rich!

Turn up we gettin louder

The only time i flirt with her

To get rich and famous,

See boy she been in love

I live in england where them bitches rich,

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch