This is a song about "Spending cash in 1950"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

It weighs heavy in our minds and is part of the decision when we make it.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Cash money, financial

Ass need a saddle

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

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

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a