This is a song about "Rich nihgad"

Capers vanish paper railroads, that's how much i'm asset rich

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Carefree i don’t need the stress

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

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

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

To get rich and famous,

The game of love

Yeah you thought she was rich

Forever you my bottom bitch