This is a song about "Money and boobs"

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

For now everything just seem so right

Get money like trump and rappas alike