This is a song about "Money and boobs"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,

And they're robbing our money for tax

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

For the money and power they've been concealin'

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Riding around without a fuck given

With plenty of money and women

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class