This is a song about "Cash and ass"

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Big tits and a big ass

I can get straight to the cash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass