This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Hustle for money and making livings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

For the money and power they've been concealin'

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

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

And cash money supermarket like seth,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Fuck the money and public opinion

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck