This is a song about "Dead cash"

You're fucking with me, nigga

Dead , shot etc

Boom! now that she is dead

One day a bed

Little light in the ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

But he don't rule a thing

Just for cash, they hunting

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Ain't finna peak yet

Even when my dreams are dead

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

You could say i'm friends with fred

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.