This is a song about "Cash you"

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Your life is a product of trash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Now you only selling bars, under the cash register. don't hate on me,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra