This is a song about "Young rich niggas"

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

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

Then it'll be me getting recognized, i'll be rich!

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

They vaguely decipher my language

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich