This is a song about "Money and boobs"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

You light-years behind here

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Fuck the money and public opinion

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And they're robbing our money for tax

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess