This is a song about "Richie riches birthday"

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

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

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

He died on my 16 birthday,

Because they sold their souls for power and riches,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

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

Descending from a missive of riches,

I break the mass majority for riches

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

You ain't even call me on my birthday

But i ain't get to see you today

If i could, i'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness