This is a song about "Succ of riches money cars"

With plenty of money and women

Riding around without a fuck given

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

From homeless to riches, not money but #figure

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Descending from a missive of riches,

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

If ya'll don't understand it i come from a lack of riches,

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops