This is a song about "Rich homie when"

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

He’ll be making people rich,

Rack rack city bitch

Well, you better be rich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I be walkin' in those cyphers when i write this shit, my homie flows,

When you fly as a bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich