This is a song about "Cash on deck"

They say i talk like im god body

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

Make some cash on a street sellin' crack cocaine

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Twins on deck call em siamese,

Five shots she ready to leave

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I aint winnin/ i admit it/ but im on my cash flow

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait