This is a song about "Stocks cash money"

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And cash money supermarket like seth,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

See cash rule everything

Bun b, i’m underground king

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I just want somebody i can see

Throwin cash like monopoly,

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real