This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

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,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And we gettin' money, over here,

Be yourself, just show me you're real

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes