This is a song about "Money and boobs"

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Hustle for money and making livings

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

And they're robbing our money for tax

A far reach from them rap dudes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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