This is a song about "Steal the cash"

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

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

His ass'll go splat if he don't just pass over the cash

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

I remember i had no cash, had ta steal that shit up in public bathrooms.

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

They fasting they won't leave me ate

It's prestigious all the cash i made