This is a song about "Cash dro"

Smell of the juana yeah that dro is top shelf/

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

40 on my face, getting cash

No one-half and i hate math

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

So chase the air hide your stash

And the dro got me floating on the seven seas

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

God of dro, ho,  my eyes red like i/

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Energized and still going

Cash is overflowing