This is a song about "Money and boobs"

You can hear it in my lyrics

Hustle for money and making livings

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Take my bus and bust down money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And big money like hulk

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Mariah tunes and five flutes

And when theres booze their is boobs

Enticed on money and vices alike,

I make a way for my people to see the light