This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Still got my nike boots

A far reach from them rap dudes

And when theres booze their is boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

And they're robbing our money for tax

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Mariah tunes and five flutes