This is a song about "Count my cash"

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

And i always count my blessing whether you're guessing or not

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Same bitches used to play me though

Aint never let my cash show

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

40 on my face, getting cash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees