This is a song about "Money and boobs"

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The youngest of my mother kids

"money and blood don't mix

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Hard to move on when you always regret one

With plenty of money and women