This is a song about "Cash on me"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Dare me some cash? not freezing wrinkle, fear drift

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

40 on my face, getting cash

Cause you're most likely to crash

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand