This is a song about "Cash money boats hoes"

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

Looking for them better days

I like rowing boats on sundays,

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine