This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And we gettin' money, over here,

But reality shows ain't real

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

And they're robbing our money for tax

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot