This is a song about "Rich ass"

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

That's what you do when you rich

Carefree i don’t need the stress

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Yeah you thought she was rich

This a roaster, bitch

Of being rich and powerful

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message