This is a song about "Homies out here countin cash"

Go on get out of here

I just wanna keep it real

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Take your time when you’re with me baby

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Damn...ladies out here really bleaching

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands