This is a song about "Cash for cock"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I'm going harder than my big cock

I get it, you got cash,

She graduated top of the class

I love the way you walk

Your mom jumped on this cock

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

Caught george with a hand on his cock

You see him as a god

Cause the economies hungry for cash

Except she's got a little more ass

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Consumin' all your cash for their own priorities