This is a song about "Cash money fake"

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

No one-half and i hate math

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

You can think i'm a fake,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

We should fuck each others mothers

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Cause the economies hungry for cash

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake