This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

All my love to these queens in here

My uncle pulled me to the side

Enticed on money and vices alike,

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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

And we gettin' money, over here,

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Fuck the money and public opinion

They say that karats help your vision

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs