This is a song about "All about my cash"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Hopin' when this bread get here

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Its all about my nerves,

You just trynna be haters

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I spend all my cash so im never sober

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real