This is a song about "Financial cash flow"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

So you cant fuck up the cash flow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

They pull out the sweeper because their cash flow is meager

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her