This is a song about "Am rick spend cash"

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Summer's almost here, but i needed money to spend

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Spit this sick shit, swish it like liquor, slick like i'm spitting rick,

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Make room for the groom married to his music

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Organized crime, i kill your boss

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Cause the economies hungry for cash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

40 on my face, getting cash