This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Fuck the money and public opinion

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I can taste the salt from my tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Still got my nike boots

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I got money mind and money on my wrist