This is a song about "Money and boobs"

In private, not public in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Take my bus and bust down money

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And when theres booze their is boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

"money and blood don't mix

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Hustle for money and making livings