This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

"money and blood don't mix

Young money like drake and nicki

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

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

Fuck the money and public opinion

I wonder why we take from our women

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

And still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Take my bus and bust down money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes