This is a song about "Cashed up"

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Play up, play up, and play the game!

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

She was the queen of the club

My teenage years were fucked up,

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

They just don't give a fuck

Beat box while we team up

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix