This is a song about "Riches"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

On the slow jam of love

Get money, dump the riches

I dream of good life and riches

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Inherit no riches, jehovah's my witness

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Hate bitches, just cause im trying gain riches

I'm on the road to the riches.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

On the road to riches and diamond rings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches