This is a song about "Money and champagne"

"money and blood don't mix

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

And this will be the song that we sing

I remember last night i was poppin champagne

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

And cash money supermarket like seth,

She dont have a problem with, with

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

With plenty of money and women

Enticed on money and vices alike,

For now everything just seem so right

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown