This is a song about "Cash killer"

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Just put your hand on the glass

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash