This is a song about "Rich gangs"

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

That's what you do when you rich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich