This is a song about "Roddy rich"

Yes sir, please confess

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Yeah you thought she was rich

D.c. all up in this bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Nas told me life's a bitch

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

Modify your quota bitch