This is a song about "Mad cash"

There's crack, there's crack

My niggas getting mad

How the fuck you wipe your ass

I get it, you got cash,

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Just for cash, they hunting

They 22′s or something

And you all will respect that

Cash flow thats meers banked,

Top dropped down, black on black

If i would be too mad