This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And when theres booze their is boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

And they're robbing our money for tax

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

And we gettin' money, over here,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Enticed on money and vices alike,