This is a song about "Money and boobs"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

With plenty of money and women

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

I only roll with the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

For the money and power they've been concealin'

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe