This is a song about "Money and riches"

I dream of good life and riches

Cause my thing something vicious

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

They want power and riches over your head

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening