This is a song about "Rich"

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

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

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

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Of being rich and powerful

Tell your girls, to come join our table

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

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

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

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

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Forever you my bottom bitch

He’ll be making people rich,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich