This is a song about "Cash rules every thing around me"

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting

Answering questions about every little thing,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Every other thing smothers me, gutting me from left to right

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Cash ruled everything around me,like wu-tang said

No rules to cage me up with my four-leaved clover

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

You know there's no such thing as long as i'm around

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

And there's little to be glad for

We get every thing that we want

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me