This is a song about "Cash nasty"

Your life is a product of trash

I get it, you got cash,

I'm nasty. but on the beat, i get jazzy

Chillin' with homies and family

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Call me a product of my own damn hood

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

You're a nasty ass hound,

They can’t even come around