This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Young money like drake and nicki

On they twitter writing novels, see

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

With plenty of money and women

So the ones eye has freak don't run

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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