This is a song about "Ball cash money tall splash honey"

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Fell asleep in first class

I splash your dirty ass,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

You need money holla at ya boy honey

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

From the honey to money with nothing comforting left in sight

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

We got money so we ball out

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt