This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Must be something you want me to see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And when theres booze their is boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

Hustle for money and making livings

Not king james, these were coke kings

And we gettin' money, over here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free