This is a song about "Pound of cash"

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Us two we smoke a pound

I'mma catch you next time around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

So yes, faggot, i'm fly regardless of the cash made