This is a song about "Cash me out bitch"

Bitch get out my face and let me preach

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Cash ruled everything around me,like wu-tang said

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

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

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

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,