This is a song about "Money and boobs"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

To mash those difficult

And big money like hulk

And we gettin' money, over here,

She told me erything is real

A far reach from them rap dudes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I'm in awe from all of those features

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And still got my nike boots

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally