This is a song about "Cash flow"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

I get it, you got cash,

Just put your hand on the glass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

I cough on the chorus, sneeze on that loose leaf napkin

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Just for cash, they hunting

Straight g thing, double m g thing

40 on my face, getting cash

I can barely wipe my ass