This is a song about "Money and boobs"

While scheming on hits

"money and blood don't mix

I just wanna keep it real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

And they're robbing our money for tax

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

The weed in me is real sticky

Young money like drake and nicki

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see