This is a song about "Money and boobs"

"money and blood don't mix

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes

And when theres booze their is boobs

Quietly becoming a top tier

And we gettin' money, over here,

That means i wanna be the highest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Get money like trump and rappas alike

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Hustle for money and making livings