This is a song about "All about my cash"

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

40 on my face, getting cash

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

Took me mighty long to get here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real