This is a song about "Money and boobs"

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

And big money like hulk

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Hustle for money and making livings

She likes the way it hits her lips

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

We getting money, you can face the facts

And they're robbing our money for tax

Take my bus and bust down money

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck