This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cause you're most likely to crash

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Back to times square...i got dimes here

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute