This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Take my bus and bust down money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

A far reach from them rap dudes

"money and blood don't mix

And now your best friend's having kids

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes