This is a song about "Fame cash homies money cars"

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Capitalistic mental, money and cash is still sick essential,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Trying to renovate the game

Even with the money and the fame

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Dc has never seen such progress