This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Trying hard to speak and

And big money like hulk

And when theres booze their is boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

Take my bus and bust down money

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

And they're robbing our money for tax

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I still got my nike boots