This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

No one-half and i hate math

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

First off i was alive and bad as ever, i believed in bribing cash.

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Yo ya boy spent his cash on hash and hip hop

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

How the fuck you wipe your ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash