This is a song about "No cash"

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

How the fuck you wipe your ass

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

It's all good, finna dog that

Cash flow thats meers banked,