This is a song about "Young glo boys finally rich"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Trip, and then you never snitch

Boys tell me they love me

So give it baby

October 16th, i was finally ready.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Well, you better be rich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

No david lettermans acting a fool

Yeah you thought she was rich

Cause i’m balling, bitch