This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Hey baby girl what it look like

Fuck the money and public opinion

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

And we gettin' money, over here,

And they're robbing our money for tax

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

For the money and power they've been concealin'

I can taste the salt from my tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,