This is a song about "Money and boobs"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Hustle for money and making livings

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I put that nigga in his casket

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers