This is a song about "All about my cash"

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

You can hear it in my lyrics

So come against me bitch and see what all my bars are about,

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I spend all my cash so im never sober

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her