This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I put that nigga in his casket

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

For the money and power they've been concealin'

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Get money like trump and rappas alike

To take all those wrongs and make them right