This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

And they're robbing our money for tax

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

Being fly was priority to the lowest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

For the money and power they've been concealin'