This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And when theres booze their is boobs

I still got my nike boots

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

With plenty of money and women

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free