This is a song about "Rich nigga"

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Found a new rich nigga on the spot, whispering to his boys hold up, man did you see her interior?

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Well, you better be rich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Of being rich and powerful

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich