This is a song about "Cash money boats hoes"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And cash money supermarket like seth,

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Cash is overflowing

And the reason that i'm going