This is a song about "Money and boobs"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Fuck the money and public opinion

Young money like drake and nicki

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs