This is a song about "Cash money boats hoes"

Cash money, financial

That’s only if they handle

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I like rowing boats on sundays,

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king