This is a song about "Cash"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Release the song, cash the lot

Curl up like big worm when i drop

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Just for cash, they hunting

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

See cash rule everything

Don't want to be the king

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

Cash is overflowing

Get off a key like i can’t sing