This is a song about "Stolen cash"

Fell asleep in first class

40 on my face, getting cash

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Baby, you got that super bass

I get it, you got cash,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen