This is a song about "Riches"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Got my eyes open wide on the road to riches

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I dream of good life and riches

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

If ya'll don't understand it i come from a lack of riches,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Inherit no riches, jehovah's my witness

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Descending from a missive of riches,