This is a song about "Road to the riches"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I'm on the road to the riches.

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

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

Get money, dump the riches

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

You pay your favorite stripper car note

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

The road to greatness not easily achieved,

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Down the road was my favorite spot to chill and shit

Road to success headed to the chair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere