This is a song about "Cash flowing in"

Beta drop the beat soon flowing out inhaling in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Rhymes flowing naturally,

Third ward general, young cash money

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

But i let off everything i have

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

I'm flowing, glowing, going enclosed in

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

Now i'm back, but caught in this paper chase trying to make some cash

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass