This is a song about "Money and boobs"

With plenty of money and women

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Not hungry for my poetry

Take my bus and bust down money

And they're robbing our money for tax

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Almost lost my life to the industry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix