This is a song about "Rich te"

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

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

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Noting is different eeryting te same

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Grown men in this game

Looking out te window pain

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

The differences between being queen and being bitch

You wonda why they call u bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich