This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

With plenty of money and women

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Get money like trump and rappas alike

And when theres booze their is boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes