This is a song about "Troy cash"

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Oi..get the point this ain't troy.. here achilles don't die..i destroy..rhyme smarter/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Just for cash, they hunting

I'm the sushi king

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

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Just put your hand on the glass