This is a song about "Money and boobs"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And they're robbing our money for tax

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Fuck the money and public opinion

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

For years like their degree

Young money like drake and nicki

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.