This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Hustle for money and making livings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Take my bus and bust down money

What them tippers don't see

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I still got my nike boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs