This is a song about "Money and boobs"

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Being fly was priority to the lowest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Turn money into diamonds and gold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And they're robbing our money for tax

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years