This is a song about "The top and cash"

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

At the bottom and top, running and also stopped//

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And cash money supermarket like seth,