This is a song about "Money and boobs"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Leave your inhibitions here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And we gettin' money, over here,

I only roll with the real

And cash money supermarket like seth,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success