This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Hustle for money and making livings

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

For the money and power they've been concealin'

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Take my bus and bust down money

We're living in a fantasy

"money and blood don't mix

I'm neo in the matrix

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