This is a song about "Dash"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' on em and they fuckin clueless

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin'

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And he started to take n' dash

Got my foot on the gas

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,