This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

And we gettin' money, over here,

The reason why they had to give me a deal

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Fuck the money and public opinion

All the girls really want is fun

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Malia family, we the family