This is a song about "No riches"

Inherit no riches, jehovah's my witness

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Riches haven't come my way, no matter what i try

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I dream of good life and riches

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,

Hate bitches, just cause im trying gain riches

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes