This is a song about "Roody rich"

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Capers vanish paper railroads, that's how much i'm asset rich

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

Baby i’mma mess, mess

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

When you fly as a bitch

Well, you better be rich