This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Young money like drake and nicki

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

Trying hard to speak and

And big money like hulk

And she throws up whatever she eats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes