This is a song about "Cash at the mall"

His ass'll go splat if he don't just pass over the cash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Stacking the cash, at this rate im yet to fly a jet. so i just bet,

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Send her to the mall for some shit you can't afford

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Release the song, cash the lot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop