This is a song about "Cash and ass"

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

When i do make enough cash,i'm comin' back to destin and they're ass will be grass

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing