This is a song about "Money and boobs"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Take my bus and bust down money

But five years from now i bet she see

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

And we gettin' money, over here,

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck the money and public opinion

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

And still got my nike boots