This is a song about "Financial cash flow"

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Except she's got a little more ass

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I aint winnin/ i admit it/ but im on my cash flow

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I get it, you got cash,

Why probe our ass

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant