This is a song about "Spending cash in 1950"

First off i was alive and bad as ever, i believed in bribing cash.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

I crush back bones and my bank in like a waterfall, cash flow

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Now i'm back, but caught in this paper chase trying to make some cash