This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Enticed on money and vices alike,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Fuck the money and public opinion

And we gettin' money, over here,

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Get money like trump and rappas alike

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

And they're robbing our money for tax

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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