"Me and my friends don't go to jail": a pretty callous chorus-boast from a guy whose music career took off shortly after escaping a manslaughter charge for accidentally killing, erm, his friend. It's pretty detestable compared to sellin' at the club while under house arrest, which can be said for nearly any time he attempts the drug-money tough-guy thing - the atrocious opening freestyle and amazingly stiff "Cash Cash" verse are exemplary hints that he should stick to singing, and when he does, it's consolation - unique voice with a knack for hooks, and instead of rigid mumbling, he actually sounds sad/happy/impassioned about girls/girls/cocaine.
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