This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

And when theres booze their is boobs

Mariah tunes and five flutes

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

And we gettin' money, over here,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,