This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

"money and blood don't mix

Cdg shit match my kicks

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money