This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Size 9 fly kicks

"money and blood don't mix

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Mariah tunes and five flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

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

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money