This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

With plenty of money and women

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Fuck the money and public opinion

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I got money mind and money on my wrist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Must be something you want me to see

Young money like drake and nicki

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes