This is a song about "Money and boobs"

With plenty of money and women

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Hustle for money and making livings

Had i not been exposed to these things

Enticed on money and vices alike,

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Still got my nike boots

But this real, fuck how you feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Get money like trump and rappas alike

And they're robbing our money for tax

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags