This is a song about "Money and boobs"

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

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

I got money mind and money on my wrist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Get money like trump and rappas alike

With plenty of money and women

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Young money like drake and nicki

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

And we gettin' money, over here,