This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Take my bus and bust down money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Fuck the money and public opinion

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And big money like hulk

Im happier when high and drunk

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

And they're robbing our money for tax