This is a song about "Richer than her"

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Shes called the twerk queen, when her ass is flatter than someone turnin thirteen,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

He loved her more than words could explain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I’m richer than celebs,

Sweet, okay makes sense

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

But his mistake killed him more than her

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Then the stars don't even matter

But his mistake killed him more than her