This is a song about "Gonna be rich"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Little boy's. i'm jacked up, i'm bouta be rich as fuck.

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

If anything i'm gonna be better than what i plan to be,

Gonna be big like biggie

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Like she's gonna be out!

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

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

Me from my sins; gonna be known in the unknown be loud, gonna be known

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Or are you a small wage earner slavin to the rich? thats how it be

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy