This is a song about "Dead cash"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

Why a black nigga take ass over class

And cash money supermarket like seth,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

So if i do call it's just a check

Even when my dreams are dead

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I respect that you don't know yet

Like sally mae on college debt

That rap is mostly dead/

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Your life is a product of trash

Cause the economies hungry for cash