This is a song about "Money and boobs"

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Summertime in the city

Young money like drake and nicki

Fuck the money and public opinion

But somehow it made them listen

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And they're robbing our money for tax

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

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

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

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