This is a song about "Money and boobs"

A far reach from them rap dudes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Being fly was priority to the lowest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

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

Get money like trump and rappas alike

You hang out where the pimps collide

Mariah tunes and five flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

But reality shows ain't real

And we gettin' money, over here,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Enticed on money and vices alike,

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried