This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

She likes the way it hits her lips

"money and blood don't mix

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Young money like drake and nicki

For years like their degree

I only roll with the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes