This is a song about "Cash money records sucks"

Make me another brother

My records sell, yes sir

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Spending her time with him i guess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I get it, you got cash,

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

That's why it sucks so bad

She was wet off the bat

How simple they are

My records sell, yes sir

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bubbles and drains, it sucks