This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Only concern was the home that was close to him

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Young money like drake and nicki

Lets come up to my city

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And they're robbing our money for tax

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags