This is a song about "Money and boobs"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Still got my nike boots

Young money like drake and nicki

Mama made her pretty

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

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold