This is a song about "Cash flows"

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

Rolling while im blowing this stash

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Posse hocking some flame flows

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

I can barely wipe my ass

Cause the economies hungry for cash

No intention to motion as the ocean flows

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes