This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Being fly was priority to the lowest

And they're robbing our money for tax

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Take my bus and bust down money

Its a war with the enemy