This is a song about "What that nigga ganna do without no cash what that nigga ganna do without that what that n gonna do without that cash"

But i thought about, what's that gonna do,

And if i do go you better come through

Crime and poverty? what do y'all think? we passed that shit?

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

What do i look like a fucking slut no way man that shit aint right

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Can't even rhyme without nigga--money and all that

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

You get bitched at by bitches thinking that they know what you do

You what in on that track like nigga who you know

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

I know what you do with that