This is a song about "I don t need cash"

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

We came.. way too far pretty baby

You don;t thin anymore

Not relying on the light no more

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

It's prestigious all the cash i made

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew