This is a song about "Want to be rich"

He’ll be making people rich,

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

I'll be who i want to be i'll be who i need to be

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

They just want to be feared

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

It's fad when hating our size of our dick believed to be rich and known to be ditched

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Which my body doesn't want to be

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Is this the sort of man you want to be?