This is a song about "Hoppin on yo mamam"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

Fuck yo handout/ thats on the real

Leave your inhibitions here

And im hoppin on the microphone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I laugh in yo face niqqa you got nuttin on me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Yo girl jumped on my cock/

Believe me i'mma be your god