This is a song about "When i get rich"

All we need is convienient love

To get rich and famous,

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

When i get the mic everyone gets scared

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

These joints here not found at the mall

I get sad when u dont call

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//