This is a song about "Do the dash hit the cash"

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Why do we have to have the cash and funds?

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Packin' a mac, crackin' a track, stackin' the cash,

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last