This is a song about "Reyna get rich"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Gotta get saved, 'cause i'd be rich in heaven

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Trip, and then you never snitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

Man but this ain't no sign language

He’ll be making people rich,

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love