This is a song about "Money and boobs"

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

Mariah tunes and five flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

With plenty of money and women