This is a song about "Getting rich"

They vaguely decipher my language

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

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

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

Spending her time with him i guess

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Well, you better be rich

And she stripping, go to college