This is a song about "Cash money hoes guns choppas bustin stuntin"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

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

She all that i can handle

Cash money, financial

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

He strapped, i'm strapped, bustin' me, i'm bustin' back

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence