This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Im sayin one night my love is like that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Had i not been exposed to these things

Hustle for money and making livings

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

And they're robbing our money for tax

We're living in a fantasy

Take my bus and bust down money