This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

And my weed man should just sell flutes

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

"money and blood don't mix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Hustle for money and making livings

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And still got my nike boots

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Young money like drake and nicki

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Get money like trump and rappas alike

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And we gettin' money, over here,