This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I got money mind and money on my wrist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

They say nothings ever free

Take my bus and bust down money

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

And when theres booze their is boobs

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I just play my part make moves like chess

I just wanna be higher than that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit