This is a song about "Cash of your dreams"

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

That'll do anything that i please

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

Chase your dreams, don't let it go, no

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',