This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And we gettin' money, over here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

And still got my nike boots

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Get money like trump and rappas alike

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But this real, fuck how you feel

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

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