This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I still got my nike boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

And they're robbing our money for tax

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And big money like hulk

This how i hear it different

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans