This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Take my bus and bust down money

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Get money like trump and rappas alike

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

With plenty of money and women

She watchin' that oxygen