This is a song about "Count my cash"

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

3 if you count my sin, because it envelops me

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

"renegade" like jay hova, 'till i count my all days colder,

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

Well, probably, i lost count

My niggas clownbring a pound