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

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Got the police bustin' at me/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,