This is a song about "Bling and ice and cash"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

With shards of ice and glass

He showed his bling and got out unscathed

And i feared that my fans say i failed

And still a nigga made it here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits