This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

With plenty of money and women

Get money like trump and rappas alike

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And they're robbing our money for tax

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

"money and blood don't mix

I only roll with the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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