This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Cause some of you bitches funny

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Like farmville without the crops

So much class, double d’s and ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class