This is a song about "My cash"

I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing

And she would do anything for everything

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

I aint winnin/ i admit it/ but im on my cash flow

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Floor seats at that wizards game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees