This is a song about "Money bitchez pussy cash rich gangsta kill shoot"

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Spending her time with him i guess