This is a song about "Road to riches"

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Around my way, i'm cut throat

So its time for us to hit road

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Throw your money in the air

Road to success headed to the chair

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

And then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,