This is a song about "Rich lofe"

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

Modify your quota bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

Yeah you thought she was rich

Nas told me life's a bitch

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

I'mma make it rain trick