This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And they're robbing our money for tax

And big money like hulk

But nah, he is quite different

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

With plenty of money and women

And still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Fuck the money and public opinion

So the ones eye has freak don't run

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers