This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Enticed on money and vices alike,

And i like my marijuana bright

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets