This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Can barely walk the city streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Hustle for money and making livings

She likes the way it hits her lips

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

What them tippers don't see

Take my bus and bust down money

Get money like trump and rappas alike

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,