This is a song about "Cash havin"

Growin up around crytal makers and havin no one i could confide/

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Cause the economies hungry for cash

That michelangelo flow, yo, he was havin' early thoughts,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

To going from this to havin' a fortune it seems..

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash