This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

And they're robbing our money for tax

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

In private, not public in the streets