This is a song about "Money and boobs"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And they're robbing our money for tax

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You're talking to one of the greatest

Young money like drake and nicki

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans