This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Get money like trump and rappas alike

And you're, approaching me right

Lets come up to my city

Young money like drake and nicki

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And big money like hulk

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Still got my nike boots

Malia family, we the family

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers