This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hustle for money and making livings