This is a song about "Mad cash"

Kid who always looks mad

She michael jackson bad

I get it, you got cash,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

See cash rule everything

A break from what you hearing

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Cause the economies hungry for cash

Just for cash, they hunting

Tell them niggas we coming

Did my rap make you mad?

Top dropped down, black on black

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Let the beat spin like mad

You know, work that