This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I don't know, obviously i disappear

And we gettin' money, over here,

And when theres booze their is boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Fuck the money and public opinion

See with a district columbia vision

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

And they're robbing our money for tax

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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