This is a song about "Cash and drugs"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Rolling while im blowing this stash

If you knew my past and you knew my cash