This is a song about "Dear cash"

They bringing me fish and chips

Dear me, in about ten years

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Double m g forever though

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I get it, you got cash,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

This batmobile is real hard to steer