This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And they're robbing our money for tax

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Must be something you want me to see

Take my bus and bust down money

So dunn stay silent

And big money like hulk

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Young money like drake and nicki

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

With plenty of money and women