This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

A born starter, in the game for real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Take my bus and bust down money

Not hungry for my poetry

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Fuck the money and public opinion

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest