This is a song about "Silver stash"

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Finding that silver lining

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.