This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

And they're robbing our money for tax

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Better yet they work my every nerve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Blow up on this society

Take my bus and bust down money

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Fuck the money and public opinion

Hustle for money and making livings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country