This is a song about "Money and boobs"

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Get money like trump and rappas alike

I be giving work to the kids

"money and blood don't mix

Hustle for money and making livings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And they're robbing our money for tax