This is a song about "Pimps making cash"

Lady at the frank stand will

Cash money, financial

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

Rawest practice and making

Flapjack, ooh he bring

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Aint never let my cash show

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

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

Cash flow thats meers banked,

Bet i'm heavy with that