This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

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

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Enticed on money and vices alike,

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free