This is a song about "Rich shit"

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Yeah you thought she was rich

And i’m ballin' bitch

I'm hoping i confess

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

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

Ships that sail to distant places

To get rich and famous,

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Modify your quota bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

And my niggas don't need me they already rich