This is a song about "No riches"

On the road to riches and diamond rings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

I break the mass majority for riches

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

They all need attention, they call me a g though

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

If ya'll don't understand it i come from a lack of riches,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Descending from a missive of riches,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Inherit no riches, jehovah's my witness