This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

And they're robbing our money for tax

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Get money like trump and rappas alike

And big money like hulk

Trying hard to speak and

With plenty of money and women

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

Young money like drake and nicki

Ye too, but what em did was silly