This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And when theres booze their is boobs

And still got my nike boots

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And they're robbing our money for tax

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

I got money mind and money on my wrist