This is a song about "Hotboy cash"

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

I get it, you got cash,

So chase the air hide your stash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Your chick said i'm hot

Release the song, cash the lot

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass