This is a song about "Money and boobs"

With plenty of money and women

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And when theres booze their is boobs

I still got my nike boots

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

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

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Lets come up to my city

Young money like drake and nicki