This is a song about "Money and boobs"

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yellow diamonds in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Look in the scope, my people still a target

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Young money like drake and nicki

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Cdg shit match my kicks

"money and blood don't mix

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse