This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Take my bus and bust down money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

With plenty of money and women

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hustle for money and making livings

And when theres booze their is boobs

I still got my nike boots

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

And they're robbing our money for tax

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Get money like trump and rappas alike