This is a song about "Cash nasty"

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Nasty words, bastards, worse

That i will leave earth with her

Nasty new street slugger,

40 on my face, getting cash

You can't be wiping your ass

Cause the economies hungry for cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Everytime you come around

You're a nasty ass hound,

,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Your life is a product of trash

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash