This is a song about "Pimps making cash"

As i light one for ill will

Cash money, financial

Tell them niggas they sleeping

See cash rule everything

Throwin cash like monopoly,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Or let the mob handle that

Cash flow thats meers banked,

But he don't rule a thing

Just for cash, they hunting

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Cause the economies hungry for cash