This is a song about "Rich omi gunz"

The way she walks and causes a fuss

To get rich and famous,

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

Well, you better be rich

You work the bitch

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

Now you speaking my language

Yeah you thought she was rich

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

I broke mama heart with no college

Young money young money yeah we getting rich