This is a song about "Money cash bitches"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I get it, you got cash,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

She graduated top of the class

40 on my face, getting cash

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Cash is overflowing

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts