This is a song about "I will cash you out at the till"

Stacking the cash, at this rate im yet to fly a jet. so i just bet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I love the way you walk

Till i come out on top,

Never will i be, you look at me breathlessly yea.

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Will get at you, come get at you

What preceded was the clue

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Till i shine at the finish line/

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

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

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

I hope you will till you die

That's the window into the sky