This is a song about "Gon be rich"

Well, you better be rich

Rack rack city bitch

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Gotta get saved, 'cause i'd be rich in heaven

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

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

Some day i'm going to be kick it with queen elizabeth being filthy rich.

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in

That gon' be the realist tell em

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Fuck everything? i wanna be rich, i guess i've lost my patience,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings