This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

For the money and power they've been concealin'

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Take my bus and bust down money

I'm a baller, literally

I still got my nike boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Hustle for money and making livings