This is a song about "Cash flows"

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Cause the economies hungry for cash

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

My flows fucking cray cray

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

40 on my face, getting cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

No, no, we are not those

Posse hocking some flame flows

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Flows tight as 'tifah's blood stream