This is a song about "Golddigger for the cash"

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Release the song, cash the lot

And i got that drive and she just might crash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Consumin' all your cash for their own priorities

But, i'm not in this for the cash, no i'm no shark

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck