This is a song about "I m rich"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I"m the designated driver

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

Go crazy when she hear music

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I live in england where them bitches rich,

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser