This is a song about "Building up cash"

I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Set up fire to the ceiling, wait fuck that set fire to the building

I get it, you got cash,

Fell asleep in first class

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

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

The real slim shady's entered the building

While i'm rubbing on that ass

40 on my face, getting cash

Get rough with me, that night flow

Enter the building through the window