This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

And my weed man should just sell flutes

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

With plenty of money and women

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Hustle for money and making livings

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

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

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