This is a song about "Money and boobs"

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Fuck the money and public opinion

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

A far reach from them rap dudes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

And they're robbing our money for tax

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

"money and blood don't mix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Get money like trump and rappas alike

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm caged up in state prison

With plenty of money and women