This is a song about "Money and boobs"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

But nah, he is quite different

And big money like hulk

After every show, a dream she hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Mariah tunes and five flutes