This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

But i let off everything i have

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money