This is a song about "Building up cash"

So you cant fuck up the cash flow

Wale dc said we on joe

When i step in the building

Lust will have you slipping

Had the chance to get coked up and drown in cash and say "fuck the cops, i'll live it"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Hurry up with the cash bitch, i got a ride waiting

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I remember i had no cash, had ta steal that shit up in public bathrooms.

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Your life is a product of trash

I get it, you got cash,