This is a song about "Stash"

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

They tripping from crack they stash

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

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