This is a song about "My cash"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

What i do takes frills and i take my clothes off for cash,

Today i'm killing i'm feigning off neglect cash this check worth my self respect

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

I ironed my kakis so my cash look straight,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

So much cash, that i never look towards my past, fuck reminiscing, cuz theres nothing im missing,