This is a song about "Spending cash in 1950"

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

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

I'd get in trouble at school, she'd come put a stop to that quick,

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

....its yung cweed in the building...ill maaake a billion then ill cash out,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,