This is a song about "Young rich niggas"

And my niggas don't need me they already rich

They vaguely decipher my language

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

I get confused when i'm not rich

When you fly as a bitch

Of being rich and powerful

This is the root of all evil

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

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