This is a song about "Bee cash money"

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

She wants to fly like a bee

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Bitch, they call it motor city

And like a bumble bee

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead