This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And they're robbing our money for tax

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Still got my nike boots

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

For the money and power they've been concealin'

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers