This is a song about "Rich home quan"

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

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

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I get confused when i'm not rich

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

So beat me to the bone

I thought van-city was home

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

I live in england where them bitches rich,

When you fly as a bitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

Nobody is going home

So i ended up all alone