This is a song about "Thots and money"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

"money and blood don't mix

It's moe, all i need is more chips

And they're robbing our money for tax

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

And we gettin' money, over here,

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut