This is a song about "Stash"

They tripping from crack they stash

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

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

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Yeah i'm pissed but i would rather take this energy and stash it in a can

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

As long as we're cooperating with god