This is a song about "Stash"

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Call me rainbow dash! i'm going to fast about to crash, i'm a smash and stash