This is a song about "Hayley riches"

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I get all the bitches, coz they like to ride with the riches

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I'm on the road to the riches.

Im da main man, so i got mad riches

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

From homeless to riches, not money but #figure

See boy she been in love

Get money, dump the riches

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,

I'm vicious, mad malicious 'cause it's real on this road to riches

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love