This is a song about "Money and boobs"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

"money and blood don't mix

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Take my bus and bust down money