This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Hold on you can see my vision

Fuck the money and public opinion

And when theres booze their is boobs

And still got my nike boots

Young money like drake and nicki

Like hoes down in magic city

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And cash money supermarket like seth,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And they're robbing our money for tax

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Hustle for money and making livings

It's moe, all i need is more chips