This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I still got my nike boots

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"money and blood don't mix

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Enticed on money and vices alike,

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy