This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And we gettin' money, over here,

But reality shows ain't real

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

For the money and power they've been concealin'

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

"money and blood don't mix

And now your best friend's having kids

Still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes