This is a song about "Cash rules everything around me"

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

Everything especially the people have changed around

Cash rules the kids that can't hold their name

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

The fire rages strong, the fire causes everything around me to flinch

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

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

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know i'm around boy

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,