This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

Fuck the money and public opinion

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Take my bus and bust down money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I got money mind and money on my wrist