This is a song about "Cash on deck"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Unions they always on deck

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

Try to avoid any criminal activity on deck,

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

But now i'm chasing cash/stuntin' on what you wish you had

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that