This is a song about "Money on the ground pick it up"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I'm about to pick up the world and shake it

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Fucker, call it noun, trap for the town, grind with both feet on the ground,

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Exploit ur-anus with my penis.. pick you up, off the ground, throw you down

The bar is on the ground should i put it up or something

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Rewind it, pick it up n make it a thing of the past.

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

The cops are on their way to pick up all the bloody corpse