This is a song about "Rich gangs"

Well, you better be rich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

I created this image

Yeah you thought she was rich

And panned out, i'm all in love

To get rich and famous,

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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

I get confused when i'm not rich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich