This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

And they're robbing our money for tax

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Enticed on money and vices alike,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Hustle for money and making livings

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But reality shows ain't real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Young money like drake and nicki

What them tippers don't see

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Fuck the money and public opinion