This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Fuck the money and public opinion

You just working with the scraps you was given

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Over me the same peeps that have died

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

"money and blood don't mix

Shout out bobby on hundreds

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit