This is a song about "Dead cash"

And i made it with that dope flow

Aint never let my cash show

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

His ass'll go splat if he don't just pass over the cash

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Money ain't a thing

See cash rule everything

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Down in dallas at the all-star game