This is a song about "Mackin as gangsta i need of cash"

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

They coming at my head as if i need that

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I was a kid in need of help.

The bitches is everything in between

Speaking of need, i need to go spark up the green

I don't need no fucking throne

But as i should of known

I have one stack of cash i have 17 dollars addin by multiplying,

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying