This is a song about "Pound of cash"

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego